Swiftcurrent Creek soft buzz · pack meeting

This had to be edited due to timelines, which I'd forgotten.

It was likely the only time he’d ever, anywhere, been the first to answer a summons.

He arrived on scene just minutes after he’d heard her call. He’d sworn viciously and dropped everything with exasperation and the knowledge of what must have been on her mind. His body looked tired and far from his characteristic, willed nonchalance, but the tall, tawny stray strode close and sat with slightly slumped shoulders at a distinct angle from Fox and didn’t say a word. His presence was thoroughly detached and he didn’t look at her, although his eyes smouldered darkly with a somewhat softened edge of weariness.

He figured he knew what she was going to say and that his being there was a waste of perfectly useful downtime (even though he hadn’t been even close to napping before she’d called).