Silver Creek I can tell you where I'm going but don't ask where I've been

Spring's voice was calm and steady, her words reasonable and not unkind. He raised a paw to step toward the woman but faltered as Amber spoke - not seeming to agree with her sister. Not seeming to disagree.

Dagfinn gazed between the two, heart heavy as he tried to puzzle through it all. What was best? What did he want? There was no easy answer. He wanted Lotte, mostly.

"I will... I will think about it," he said after a moment, tail swishing weakly as he tried to convey his thanks to them both for their input. For now? He just wanted to get away. It didn't matter that he'd just arrived, or that he hadn't gotten the chance to really speak to Amber.

With one last glance at the dark shewolf's belly, he turned and disappeared quickly into the trees.