Swiftcurrent Creek prepare yourself, you know it's a must

one-post cameo; just PP him doing whatever Dawn tells him to

he heeded dawn's summons immediately, apprehensive as he was; they hadn't much spoken since their last conversation, which had ended abruptly and mysteriously. shreds of the common tongue were coming back to him, but he still wasn't comfortable with more than a passing 'hello' to his packmates. to his children, he wagged his tail, greeting them with enthusiastic nudges and licks.

aditya stood quietly, listening to dawn's instructions. others volunteered themselves in various groups, and he licked his chops nervously, feeling the heat of eyes upon him (imagined or not).

he stared at the mother of his children, eyes warm and golden as twin suns in midsummer. where you. . .need me, he said slowly, each word somewhat of an effort. but it came, thankfully, and he fell silent once more, waiting for her verdict. he could cut, he could flush—hell, he would be glad to watch the kids, if she needed him to.

whatever she needed, he was here. for better or worse.