Inna -- her ever helpful little imp. The girl thirsted for knowledge and adventure.. and yet she never failed to place her pack and family before all else. The honeyed woman's heart all but lifted as the dark girl asked her if she wanted her to talk to her sister, and Kisla gave a gentle shake of her muzzle. "It's not necessary," she decided, casting a small smile upon her daughter. "Lekalta will figure things out n her own.. just like you have."


She paused then, studying her daughter before her gaze drifted away. The other woman they had talked about remained at the forefront of her mind, but if Inna wished to speak for her, she would likely have no qualms with allowing this Nightingale to join.


Stretching leisurely, Kisla tipped her muzzle down as she regarded her daughter for a moment, a soft smile playing to her lips. Their conversation was coming to a close, but Kisla hoped to make one thing very clear to the youthful Baranski. "My darling, you know I worry when you go outside of our lands. I wish you wouldn't -- but you're getting older, so I understand your need to. But please consider taking someone with you, or notifying us before you leave." She paused then, tipping her muzzle forward to brush over the soft fur upon her daughter's crown. "But thank you for your honesty."

“Thank you,” she murmured quietly, her nose grazing down to affectionately brush the tender spot of her daughter’s dark ear in a gesture of acceptance and love. Inna was a docile creature, but adventurous – she was similar to her older sister, Karina in many aspects, though Kisla was unsure of how close her eldest daughter was to her newest litter. Karina seemed to keep to herself, for the most part, and with her studies – it would seem only Kjors truly held her captivated company.


Determining the conversation had more or less come to an end, and her swarthy child understood the expectations her parents held of her now that she was more mature, Kisla once more offered a sweeping nudge before beginning to trot away, her muzzle tipping back to study Inna. “Come,” she invited, her features softening to a gentle smile. “Let’s go find your father or siblings,” she beckoned, and with that, the Baranski woman began to weave the familiar path toward the river, where the common area and initial den site had been. She was only content to know that her daughter was safe – and once more within the heart of the home she so belonged in.

A smile stirred to KIsla’s muzzle at her daughter’s suggestion – it was a suggestion that warmed her heart, and believing her family to be the true reason she thrived, the she-wolf was certainly not going to discourage her words. “Let’s,” she agreed softly, her pace quickening before her nose drifted downward, hoping to catch trail of one of her children or mate.


These days were precious as they were – with Inna and Lekalta growing so swiftly, Kisla could only grow more proud each day of the wolves they were becoming. Inna was adventurous, but kind and thoughtful.. while Lekalta made for amusing company, usually turning a conversation in to light banter. When she did catch trail of Lekalta’s scent, Kisla’s pace quickened once more, giving a nod to Inna for her to follow as they began to track the girl down. It would be an easy afternoon – mother stealing precious moments with her two youngest as they explored aspects of Hearthwood River. One day, she knew she would take them outside the borders and familiarize them further with the world outside – the best she could do was offer them the knowledge of the world.. but for now, she was content to keep her babies as babies still – she was in no rush for them to grow up to the harshness of the real world.