Swiftcurrent Creek I make mountains out of stones

something materialized outside the den; a stranger that had her hackles prick instinctively. "I'm Dawn." stiff, curt. she ought to have known that her vague call might have been answered by anyone, even though she'd been hoping for Rosalie or Aditya, but her exhaustion had her ignore logic.

"fine. just tired." when he crouched and peered in on them, she stared daggers and drew her children close, determined not to let some rando close to the two she'd almost lost. "who are you?" he seemed kind enough, but her protectiveness coupled with her irritability made her prickly.