Swiftcurrent Creek that autumn chill · pack meeting [r2 ends 10/04]

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Water dropped from Cygnet’s pale chin as she lifted her head. Forepaws ankle-deep in water, she paused to listen to Akavir’s call rise, before flicking her tongue over her whiskers. From the sound of his voice, she expected bad news; she reminded herself he was grieving, and trotted down river to where the meeting was taking place.

Her stubbed tail waved at the sight of Mae, though she did not wholly appreciate that the spot next to Akavir’s side was taken. Arlette hadn’t shown up yet, and Arric sat far enough away that she felt fine assuming her place at Akavir’s other side so he was framed by the two young women who looked up to him. She sank to the ground, tilting herself slightly so she could watch Akavir as he spoke, while keeping an ear flicked back- in case one of Arlette and Arric’s homely children decided to push her boundaries when they came.