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as if wealda's point had not been made clear enough, father came barrelling in with a low note and a shove of his steely forelimb that drove the message home — stay back. and to say the least, the dawn boy was offended. hurt, even, that he could not know what was happening in his own pack!
his disapproval is clear in the way he grumble-whines at his father, glancing curtly toward his elder sister in search of back-up. when this was not given, he decided to crouch down between the strong pale legs which now formed a safe cage around him, rump defiantly hitting the ground with a thud. he was going to stay here whether the grown-ups liked it or not.
especially as he heard wealda speak, possibly the first time he had ever truly heard her voice: dead. pack here now.
someone was dead? and now this — little orange lump was going to stay here? the dawn boy eyes the child with an uncertain lift of his lip as it squawks at his family members, but decides he will ultimately keep his opinions to himself. for now.