Swiftcurrent Creek we got the kingdom, we got the key

the nervous energy that had manifested its way inside jet's body as he led the way to the meeting site fails to abate as akavir speaks. mature beyond their age out of necessity — the nomadic life of loners was not for the weak after all — allows a grim understanding within jet as he listens; somber.

poison. unsavory band of wolves looking for a fight. war. or, the looming threat of it anyway.

jet moves within their small circle, sequestered from the actual swift current creek wolves, forcing the sibling sitting closest to river to scoot over for him. why involve ourselves if we are not targeted? seems like an unnecessary risk. jet, outspoke by nature, gives voice to his thoughts to his mother. though he, at least, has the tact to pitch his voice low so only she and his siblings could hear it, while others spoke up in support of akavir's decision. irregardless, jet thinks sharply strategically but in the terms of a nomad, when every single action had a potentially dire consequence ... still not used to pack life.

even if they weren't officially apart of the creek yet; despite his want to explore it and the benefits pack life offered.

and at the end of the meeting when they're corralled back to their makeshift den, jet suggests they stay busy until river returns by sparring with one another.