Swiftcurrent Creek time marches on [pack meeting · r2]

Everyone departed--a kiss given on his cheek from Eshe drew a small smile to his lips, and he found his muzzle dipping down to smooth across her crown, though his eyes followed the steps of his silent brother, who had left with a swiftness in his step. 

He wondered of it--but knew Viinturuth would talk to him when the time came, and allowed himself to be lured to dinner by his loving mate, trying to press past the moments of uncertainty, and instead focus on the very promising things he had before him now.