Swiftcurrent Creek Trades and Hunts and Rivers

His eyes traveled after Rodyn’s sweeping muzzle, offering the direction of this supposed gathering.  It was an invitation that in the past year he would have declined without hesitation—

— but what good was it to simply hide away from the world, constantly? Arlette would probably delight in meeting other healers. Arric would probably just enjoy getting out… Surely, the kids would be old enough to travel and socialize? Cygnet would do well to meet others.

“Those who are able to from Swiftcurrent Creek will come—myself, included, if our borders are able to remain maintained.” He paused, withholding a soft sigh as he turned another weary stare upon the man before him. “What other packs will attend?”