Swiftcurrent Creek i don't need no good morning

an ear flickers back towards harrier, who has returned to her rummaging in the water's shallows for her rocks. for a moment jet has 'airplane ears' as he tries to focus on both his sister passively and arlette ( as she introduces herself ) in front of him. despite her kind demeanor and reassurance that they weren't doing anything wrong — besides perhaps disobeying river's orders — the feeling of unease doesn't dissipate.

jet walks carefully here. mistrustful despite that the creek wolves have seemed to be nothing if not accommodating. still, he is aware that they remained outsiders, despite that; and growing up as he had, self-appointing himself as the leader of his siblings jet thinks he will always linger in that realm of caution and distrust.

he doesn't respond to her attempted reassurances, offering a slight raise of his brow when she mentions wanting to speak to his mother. her and my brothers are hunting. they're probably not too far.

i'm jet and that's harrier. he gestures to his sister over his shoulder who chirrups out a cheerful 'hiiii!'.