Blackfoot Forest A hundred jewels between teeth

Aaron arrives quietly, his body mostly recovered by now. It was scarred, but no longer bled or hurt when he moved. For now his wounds were simply reminders, simply scars-- both physical and mental. He steps forward with his head low and his tail between his legs. It was pitiful, and he felt humiliated to be so submissive in his own home-- but he didn't have any other choice. He looks to Kierkegaard briefly, waiting to be acknowledged in some way. Would he be allowed to stay? Or would he be forced to leave?