Swiftcurrent Creek the peanut butter conspiracy

His gaze drifted from the stranger to study Soltero once more, who chose to remain silent. The she-wolf spoke the reason of her presence, and he paused, considering her request with a sense of oncoming dread. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in them meeting their neighbors—it was that they’re numbers had dwindled so much that to do so, they might as well leave the Creek unattended entirely to offer adequate representation.

The regal gave a low rumble of acknowledgement to her words, his ears cupping forward before his broad shoulders gave the gentle shrug of a man withholding his defeat. His tail gave an idle lash, and he finally gave a gentle nod of his head. “We have little in numbers, but anyone from the Creek wishing to represent will be there.”

He paused, his tongue sliding over his lips, his head canting toward Soltero quietly. “It would be a good distraction for the children, at least.” And if their home got sniped out from under their paws while they had journeyed, then so be it.

Who really cared anymore?