Hushed Willows Matters of business

sunny had left without much word, but that was okay; olive had let him know that the man had family at swiftcurrent creek he intended to visit. he was heartened to hear the call, abandoning whatever idle task he was engaged in and heading that way. his step was still not light as it once had been, nor was his manner as carefree, but he was beginning to regain some happiness. the clouds were lifting, somewhat.

hey, sunny, cortez greeted upon reaching the satori, dipping his head in a graceful nod. good to have you back. how was your trip? he assumed that was what they were going to talk about and hoped there wasn't any other bad news to impart. he didn't think he could handle any more shit at this point, nor could the rest of the pack.