Duskfire Glacier she dances in a ring of fire

@Meerkat whenever you've got time :) (set a few days after this thread. I don't plan on adding Imaq to that thread since it was supposed to be a Coaching thread w/ Meerkat but I guess to explain why she isn't in that thread, we'll just say Imaq was outside the territory hunting or something like that.)

It had been something straight from her nightmares when Rye returned home with Sikuliak, ragged and limp with pain. Her son still could not speak clearly, rested and recovered in their den while both parents tended his wounds. She had left him there with @Rye (reference), reluctant to leave him even as he dozed fitfully. All the woodlander had said was that he'd come upon the pups brawling.

She went to Meerkat first for answers, wondering how the incident had started. She would need to speak with Tzila and Wintersbane soon enough as well. The mother did not plan to chastise them in any way. While it riled her maternal instincts to see her son in so much pain, she also understood that children were children. Perhaps Siku had started it in someway but Makatza was much older than he, she should not have attacked a baby and hurt him so grievously. It went beyond wrestling for dominance. They would all need to speak of what should be done about their children as a group. Perhaps Meerkat might even be willing to help them navigate this sticky situation.

For now, the she-dog trotted to the Counselor's den -- stopping outside it respectfully and sniffing at the air to confirm that the Redhawk was indeed home before calling out.

that’s fine with me :)

The shepherd edged back half a step, cerulean gaze widening in surprise when the honeyed she-wolf’s fallow crown popped out of the den — like one of the little northern sparrows that dug burrows. She relaxed just as quickly, laughing softly at her fear. ”Good morning, Meerkat,” she returned easily, making room for her pack mate to climb out of the den, and was grateful that she could say the words fairly well — despite the heavy accent that warped her words.

”Imaq not mean to bother Meerkat. Imaq apologize.” It was not said as elegantly but she managed to get her point across at least. Selkie’s lopped auds fluttered with contrition at her presumption. She decided not to dally, so as not to linger and pester the younger woman.

”Imaq wonder…what happen with Siku and Makatza?” the Iota’s shoulders dipped with her octaves — which had grown light and soft as summer showers. She hoped that her words would not come across as accusatory.