Swiftcurrent Creek time marches on [pack meeting · r2]

He'd contemplated Akavir's request over several days, torn. While Viinturuth's paws yearned to roam once more, there was something uncertain that did not sit right with him. He didn't understand it, this feeling in his gut, yet it told him to stay. As the white ranger strode smoothly into the meeting place, as he rose his dark eyes to take in the sight of his brother and new sister by law, a muscle tightened in his jaw.

What if he kept going? What if he chose to vanish, as he oft did?

Life would be simpler that way, off on his own and with no care or responsibility to anything or anyone.

Arric was already there, as well as a pair of pallid she-wolves and a broad-shouldered silver brute. A cub lurked among them, visibly hungry. So few, he noted, which concerned him greatly. Viinturuth joined them and settled to listen.