Dawnlark Plains well the sun don't shine

"fus," aditya repeated, grinning. short and sweet. at the man's question, he nodded slowly, thinking. "we'll take it to a cache. i'll show you where the nearest one is. follow me?" he offered, still looking over his shoulder as he began to pad away. trusting that fus would follow, he still kept his pace slow; lambs weren't the lightest of game to lug around.

"our pups are grown, and wandering around the territory freely; still, i'd warn you against going near the whelping dens," adi continued, voice pitched enough that fus could hear him. the time had passed where the children were defenseless, but the mothers still were fierce enough to let fus have it, should he approach without permission. "you should stay close to me until you're a more full-fledged member of morningside; i'll be your mentor. come to me with any questions or concerns you might have."