Tordo had noticed a shift in things; things were changing. He couldn’t place it or identify what it was that he was looking for in terms of answered; things had just seemed more tense around the pack. The boy had been observant and picked up on it though he didn’t take it to heart or really question it. What did he really have to compare it to? As far as he was concerned or he knew, everything was just fine and nothing would be changing soon. He let a lopsided grin linger on his features as Lark insisted upon him joining him, starting off at a pace that Tordo grew to match. His brother would tease him as Tor gave a light shake of his head. “No, I suppose not.” He jested in return as his eyes hinted at curiosity.
