Swiftcurrent Creek Gnaar Mok

There'd been more than a few ruckuses recently that Akatosh had only heard at a distance or whispers of later.  Somehow his introduction to the adult ranks had not included front row seats to the drama that had unfolded.  Wrong place, wrong time to have that included in his education.  So, from what he could tell, basically everyone must just be acting as ridiculous as his sister.  That was about all he could think of.  She was kind of a bit of a drama queen, after all, and this particular quiet boy was only mildly interested -- mostly just so he knew what fuss to stay out of.  There was a good deal of it he didn't understand -- like why his his parents didn't just go back to acting the way they did before -- but he still had a pretty simplistic (if not outright naive) outlook on things.  Maybe he just didn't want to understand.  Life was better in black and white.

Today he wandered around towards the borders as the sun started its trek downward, not really knowing what to do.  He'd spent a good bit of time on solo adventures, practicing his tracking and hunting without people pestering him.  Honestly, he was probably doing pretty good in the grand scheme of things.  And since the youth had done a good job avoiding nonsense so far, he expected it to continue.  The real question was whether it would or not.