Dread has some idea what's going on, but then, when does he ever know exactly what's going on? Still working his ass off to close the gap between himself and Deluge, there's nothing he wouldn't try. He's stepping up, he's being a better father, a better member of the pack on a whole. Making things work, and working to be better... at least as best he can.
As the call rings out, he's quick to gather Mercy and arrive on time. Placing his rather indignant daughter between his front paws, sitting toward the front. Resting, and watching carefully. A warmth in his gaze as he looks to Deluge, he waits.
Bard
