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he, too, was looking for some breakfast. the point has been hammered home again and again that aditya was not a good hunter, but he was loath to raid the caches in the wake of four new mouths to feed. 

he'd happily go hungry for his daughter-in-law's sake. . .at least for this morning.

but plans of a meal stalled when pawsteps up the trail caught his ear, and upon increasing his pace, he found himself coming headlong toward—her?

the woman was shaggy-furred and dark-eyed, and the look of her was clearly foreign among the wolves. still, adi had known enough friends and family with dog blood that it didn't take him long to put the pieces together. he gave her a chuff and an ingratiating smile, tail wagging behind.

you're a new face here, aditya said heartily. i'm aditya—dutch's father. i'm guessing you've met my son already? the scents of morningside were already fairly well-established on her pelt.