Swiftcurrent Creek Amazon

for one minute — or so that was how it felt — he'd been asleep, leg thrown over his eyes, nose buried into the fur and bone scrap he'd been worrying before falling asleep the night before and in the next he's being roused awake. he lets out a low grumble-groan but sleepily gets to his paws anyway.

dutifully, he follows behind river, wishing desperately he could catch a few more hours of sleep but trying to use the time heading towards they quarry ( for his mother informs him they'd be hunting today ) to try to wake up.

being a moody teenager about being the chosen one this morning for lessons was a distraction he couldn't afford. it held no place in the grand scheme of survival — and that was the realm that jet lingered in. survival.

what're we hunting? asks jet after a long moment, trying to get himself to focus.