Sunbeam Lair bury the hatchet

its not the arrival of the wolfdog to-be leader bhediya per se that surprises him but rather the platonic bump of her shoulder against his. he knows its a greeting and yet that it doesn't come from stitch or frankie is a little bit alarming to the blackbird; never mind that neither mother nor sister inhabit these wilds. ❝uh hey,❞ a few seconds of composure later and the return of coal glow gaze back to his chosen path — just in time too! for he steps around a thin, albeit tall sapling before reuniting at bhediya's side once more.

❝i'm fine.❞ salvatore replies simply to her inquiry with a small roll of his shoulders. ❝— how're you?❞ a knee-jerk return of pleasantries