Swiftcurrent Creek angel dust and my dress just comes undone

She was never far—she made sure of that. Far enough from the rendezvous that she felt she was no danger to her father and his pack, but still close enough to be summoned if needed.

But why would she be needed?

Thus, said summons sent Lilitu's ears swiveling in confusion, but she heeded the call anyway, trotting toward her father and the very pretty lady at his side. She came to a stop with some distance between them, dipping her muzzle in apology to the stranger.

I'm sorry; I promise I'm not standoffish, she said, managing a weak smile. Just sick. What do you need, Papa?