Spotted Eagle Mountain Sundown in the Paris of the Praries

Killdeer was late. He'd been practicing his sparring when the call had rang out, and had meant to go, but then he'd gotten sidetracked, and then been asked to patrol, and, and, and. . .

All this resulted into him coming upon a tense scene between his father and a woman he barely knew.

Hey! he called out, hoofing it over the rocks, lips pulled back in a grimace. He nodded in acknowledgement to the wolf who smelled of Mereo and then gave his father a friendly nudge before turning back to her, hoping to soothe tempers.

This is my dad, he told her, tail wagging behind him. He's cool. I think he was looking for me. Do you—do y'all know each other?

Could've cut the tension between them with a blunt claw.