Dawnlark Plains i am flesh, and i am bone

yo thanks for the rug homie will look sweet in my pad

to his surprise, the woman lays out a pelt in front of her and begins to speak. finally, the resemblance is explained. whoever this woman is, she's a relation of alarian, leader of bracken sanctuary. aditya's wariness--if there was any to begin with--fades, and he grins, giving her and her companion a respectful couple of nods.

"how kind of you," adi remarked, dipping his muzzle at the pelt. he didn't really know what to do with it; he supposed he could put it in the whelping den, for pema and the upcoming pups, but then it was summer, and who needed a blanket now anyway? regardless, it was a thoughtful gesture. "thank you."

he peered at her with interest. "i had actually meant to pay a visit to your pack soon," adi said. "i've been acquainted with your leader, alarian. how are you all faring, lately?" he remembered that things had not been so great the last time the slim young man and he had crossed paths. he hoped for all of their sakes that the outlook had improved dramatically.