Swiftcurrent Creek flight of swans

the howl catches jet's attention from where he's stationed on the borders; surveying it. it's where he's spent a lot of his time — besides keeping a ( perhaps unnecessary ) keen eye on his siblings — hoping that he could settle into the role of a pack man. it was harder than he thought, still struggling to consider the creek wolves as 'his family'. forcing himself to look out for them as he would his mother and siblings by spending time on the borders was his attempt to retrain his mind ... though if it was working or not he didn't know.

and so he thought, what better way to test it?

he heads in the origin direction of the howl, golden gaze like twin suns taking her in as she comes into view.

she's pretty is the first thing he notices and he scowls at himself. who gives a fuck, ramification? be a fucking sentry. his inner monologue chides like a sharp tongued viper.

state your purpose stranger. demands jet upon his approach, a loner's suspicion ingrained deeply into the pathways of his brain.