Morningside Cuesta can't touch this

Kieran had been slightly happier after his chat with Hawthorn. The other boy understood - like no one else did. He had given the former heir back the little spark he needed to go on. Even if that wouldn't last forever. Despite his mood improving a little amount, the boy was not very active in contributing to the pack. He still wanted to be a counselour, a therapist, but he needed more time to adjust to living without his mother (she was up in the stars now, hopefully watching him) and his sister. Where his Sorrel was, he did not know. He only hoped that he would find his only sibling soon.

When he came across the figure of Dawn, a pup that he had not yet met, he was not quick to approach. Instead he hesitated, watching her for a moment. He resisted the urge to leave and instead forced himself to go and say hello, even if it was brief.

"Hi," he said simply, his large form padding closer. He stopped and tilted his head a little distance away, but close enough to talk without shouting. "It's Dawn, right?" What was he to do know? He didn't really feel up to having a long, playful conversation with her, but he thought that he might as well do something. And what was there to do right now?