Swiftcurrent Creek It's just movement

LMK if you want me to change anything about this post re description. <3

Expecting something along the lines of a greeting in what he assumed would be a normal, socially pleasant conversation was perhaps his own fault, and when the wolf—a musuclar woman?—before him instead dipped right into what he assumed was an explanation for her presence, and he felt the beginnings of a small headache preen at his temples.

A quick gauge, studying the other—it was easy to see they were likely close in age, and so he chuffed, his muzzle lifting in his usual assessment. “I was also born here. My parents built this pack before placing the mantle upon another and taking leave to deal with…. Themselves.” To save themselves from a rather savage divorce.

So, this was likely one of the children that had also been from one of the other members of the pack—Kavik? Still, Akavir’s memory was fuzzy at best during those early days. Uncertain of the others intentions, he motioned toward the creek. “Did you come here to visit your mother, then?”