Swiftcurrent Creek i don't need no good morning

jet turns to face the woman that speaks to them, golden gaze scanning her face, taking note of every scar that stood out in stark contrast against her light fur. harrier continues her merry splashing and jet moves subtly, putting himself between his sister and the creek wolf. she appears to be curious but survival instincts and mistrust keep jet painfully alert.

something like that. jet replies simply; not meaning to sound cagey but knowing that it could very well come across that way all the same. they weren't ( yet ) apart of the creek ... these lands were not theirs to explore ... or find pretty rocks in, in his sister's case.

his sister says something about looking for pretty rocks from over his shoulder and he shoots her a dark, disapproving look over his shoulder. we're not trying to cause trouble. he adds, unsure how their unchaperoned exploration might be taken.