Swiftcurrent Creek time marches on [pack meeting · r2]

Akavir lifted his muzzle to speak, and Viinturuth's dark gaze flitted quietly among the group to gauge their reactions to what was to be said. He, personally, was glad that his brother had made the decision to shut down camaraderie between their pack and those who neighboured them. Swiftcurrent was right to prioritise their own, to shield their land and their kin with ferocity if need be - especially after what'd happened in the swamp.

He maintained his silence, even when his littermate spoke of planning and preparation when it came to the next generation. Viinturuth swallowed; the season woukd be upon them far sooner than he realised. While his days of fleeting romances and seasonal flings were behind him, the pale ranger worried that something more permanent might tie him down in ways he wasn't ready for.

His gut churned, and he felt nausea tug suddenly at his belly.