Larksong Grotto shatter

he needed to apologize. he'd left alarian so abruptly, in the lurch, feeling the utmost shame and guilt. he spent an introspective few days on dawnlark plains, avoiding company as he tried to figure out what to do next. apologizing to alarian was first on the agenda--the relations between their packs depended on it--so the golden male headed north, feeling strangled.

aditya didn't know what exactly drew him to the grotto--perhaps a search for some solitude and peace, before arriving at bracken sanctuary--but he found himself trotting carefully down the steps, slipping a few heart-stopping times but recovering. he expected to be alone, so the pair of orange eyes took him aback. startled (but thankfully on the ground, now) he took a few steps in reverse, bristling until he could make out the familiar scent, the face known to him.

"erm, hello, lanawyn," he greeted, trying to recover some of his lost dignity. he cleared his throat. "nice to see you." there was a look in her gaze that troubled him, slightly, and his ears flattened a bit, mouth tensing in worry. "are you all right?"