Lost Creek Hollow Perfect

Adventure was out there, and they were going to get to go find it at last! Yesss! ...Except that as she toddled along after her parents, the wheels began to turn in Jet's little head and make her grow increasingly suspicious. If the puppies were getting offered bribes on that order of magnitude from all-too-protective parents, then that surely must mean this was bound to be really, really, super-extra-terrible boring Grownup Talks. Ugh. Her tail began to drag and a pessimistic frown etched itself onto her face with a matching furrow in her brow. She glanced in temptation at her brother Pike, and then away; okay, she supposed she'd better wait and make sure but boy this all didn't look very promising. At all.

She heaved a dramatic sigh as she plopped her butt down on the dirt, and rolled her eyes in equally dramatic and long-suffering fashion at Momma Arbiter. Which parent rather wisely didn't respond to in the enthusiastically sympathetic fashion Jet really wanted (I'm assuming  3;P —given that she maybe has, like, actual important pack news to be imparting here and not just playing up of puppy dramatics, lawlz) so she angled her best pout in Terance's direction next. Maybe Daddy would prove more malleable? Or at least less of a way-too-serious wet towel, dangit. One could only hope. (What was that about not being totally ridiculous again, here? Yeah right. But at least her theatrics were confined to one spot...for the moment, anyhow.) He seemed to be pretty srs bzns today too though.

Other wolves trickled in, which normally would have had Jet's eyes sparkling and tail wagging itself off with the novelty and thrill of having so many potential new playmates appearing explicitly for her pleasure, but nooooo... not today. Today she'd already been warned off pestering any of 'em! Uuggggh. This was not just boring, it was sheer torture. Leveling another even-more-dramatic gap-mouthed frown in her mother's direction, Jet gave it up as the grownupy blah-blah-blah started and the terrible inescapable boringness of the situation only increased. The pup neither saw nor scented her sister Ibis either, which sucked. She did flash a bright smile back at @Vuk but even that promising glimmer died aborning because Vuk immediately looked back at Mom. Ugh, what the hell, people; this pup wanted fun and excitement and here everyone was pretending this yammersome meeting crap was somehow more important. Her one remaining hope that maybe some of the other pups like (preferably) Sionnach would be showing up ready and willing to start a fresh game of tag was not borne out. In order to keep this from ruining her whole day entirely Jet got up and went to go poke at @Warlock Spook with paw and tooth both. He was kind of a boring and whiny chewtoy that she'd somewhat worn out by now, it was true, but he was better than nothing, at least, and less inclined to make her squeal than her shark-faced other brother, so...

 Jet did glance back once as her name was mentioned, her ears perking hopefully, but then she brushed it off with a shrug as Mom and the other grownups just kept talking, at Arbiter's explicit invitation. Jet brightened however, her whole body perking up as her eyes happened to drift over @Ashlar on their way back toward her wussier baby brother. With an excited little yip she couldn't suppress, she galloped gleefully over to greet him with a poking nose before her brain could catch up with her, her stubby tail waving wildly. Oh good! Surely her fellow pup here was going to liven up this place a little, before the yapping adults caused her to up and die of boredom. Tag! she stage-whispered into his ear as she did her best to plant a cold-nosed kiss through the thinnest convenient patch of fur near the pinna and right up against his skin to make absolute sure she got his attention.