Dawnlark Plains and the king of all, sir duke!

Every time Kastaka would stick her curious little head outside of the den, Eventide's heart would jump with quick flutters of anxiety. What if she was swallowed up by the rain as revenge for his contempt? What if the raindrops drowned her? What if she got too cold and froze? Oh, if Kasatka froze...how would he live with himself? 

With a soft rumble in his chest and a whimper sneaking from his maw, Eventide crept forward and tried to tug at his sister's hackles to pull her back inside. No, he commanded, his voice not quite as intimidating as he had hoped.