Kisla and Naia seemed all too content to discuss matters that the golden pup could barely even understand – though she did not fully try. Naia was familiar to her in the sense that all of her pack mates were. She would stop by and visit, and her scent was notable.. but Lekalta was at an age where her thoughts did not dwell on this. Instead, her short attention span usually led to three things: eat, sleep and play, with them latter at the forefront of her mind right now.


The adults were talking, and Lekalta’s attention was swiftly upon her sister. Having nose planted right across Inna’s paws, her darker twin was quick to take advantage of the situation and pounced on top of her, tugging at Lekalta’s ear. Lekalta offered a grunt in return, though before she could push herself back up to clumsy paws, the ebony pup had her ear in grasp and was lying beside her.


The honeyed puppy felt like she was moving in slow motion as she considered her options of attack – and instead, chose the simplest route. Rolling back now, so that she would roll over her sister, Lekalta attempted to free her ear and pin Inna – whether either attempt would be successful had yet to be seen, but she felt awfully clever as she began the quick flip, a puppy yap escaping her muzzle at the point of action. With the roll of her puppy pudge as well, Lekalta could also feel a decently sized pebble sticking in to her rib – but that was not important right now.

She did not notice the shift in Naia’s attitude and remained oblivious that her words had been taken in a different context than true intention. Instead, her ears perked forward at the mention of Round Stone Crest. Naia’s reports were detailed – yet what exasperated the she-wolf was why her pack members spent so much time outside of pack lands to gain information that did not necessarily hold any merit or relevance to the pack.


Is this what Maksim requested of their female Second?


Kjors name came upon discussion, and the honeyed woman listened intently – hiding her dismay and surprise that the one-eyed wolf had brought repercussions upon them. Giving a short nod, the mother shuffled forward, her muzzle bending down to nudge each of her girls in the direction of the den. She wanted quiet words with Naia, and while the two were still at a tender age that did not quite comprehend adult speak, she wanted her scout to talk without fear of little ears.


“Verbally provoked how? What did he do?” The news of Round Stone Crest was dismissed for now – they could visit information regarding their neighbors in a moment. Kisla was far more interested and concerned about what was happening within her home, and the concern in her eyes could not withhold her confusion about why Naia had felt the need to tell her about their allies before the very wolves of her own pack.


And perish the thought to any wolf who dared try to start yet another fight with her pack mates. Whatever pack had settled close to them – if they thought bringing forth a fight was acceptable.. Kisla was done turning a blind eye.

Lekalta chewed at the ebony fur of her sister’s coat, making a playful but gurgling growling sound. A paw would come up to tap at her favorite playmate as Inna tugged at her ear and pushed her weight off her. Inna was usually the quicker of the two, though the pudgy puppy did not mind, as long as there was some sort of attention upon her. Snorting with amusement, Lekalta was about to make an attempt at another grasp when she felt Kisla’s nose nudge her upwards and forwards.


Glancing up at her mom, her eyes drifted between her and the stranger, her tail giving a wag of content. Pushed gently in the direction of the den, Lekalta allowed another puppy snarl to release past her jaws, nipping toward Inna before she was herded inside for a nap. Pouting at this change at first, no sooner did the girl’s tiny paws step upon the cool floor of the den and the darkness meet her eyes did she feel a yawn pull at her jaws, and glancing backward, she waited for Inna to follow – perhaps a nap wouldn’t be so bad. With her ears splaying back to her crown, the girl tilted her muzzle closer to the ground, beginning to debate exactly where her nap would take place.

Naia had a roller coaster of information – the ups and downs would have been riveting, if they had not pulled at her head with the promise of quite the headache. Her eyes would worriedly scan over Naia, as if to reiterate to herself that the woman was fine, but otherwise, she knew not what to say – they had never had such a ticking time bomb in their ranks before, and Kjors was proving to be even more so with each passing day. “Were you hurt?” It was everything the she-wolf could do to not press herself lower to the ground. The weight of everything falling upon them these days was becoming too much – Aleksei’s disappearance, the move to Hearthwood River.. and now more rising tensions with new neighbors she hadn’t even heard of until now. “What did he say after?”


Yet she maintained a level of collection – or so she hoped. “For now, stay away from them until we have more information on them..” She gave her muzzle a gentle shake, her eyes pulled away from Naia to stare in to the den her two girls had entered in to for sleep. If everything continued the way it was, even Hearthwood River would not be their hidden haven for long.


Her ear gave an idle flick at the mention of Naia’s concern of their alliance with the Crest wolves. It was news to her, and Kisla canted her muzzle slightly. “How do you mean?"