Waiting was the hardest part.

…well.  Maybe not the very hardest.  She knew Revon was safe, now.  With her aunt, a wolf her father trusted and adored.  And she and her cousin would be heading back east to their respective packs, very soon, she just…  It just…

Well, it took an awful lot of conservation on her behalf not to go charging down the mountainside to collect the young Archer up on her own.  But Revon was almost a year old now, and by that age, Kyna had already left her birth pack and joined another.  Explored all over the place with Sahalie and Alastor and Ember sometimes, too.

It was memories, really, that had the redhead seeking out her friend, checking the dens and nearby warm spots.  She had a stick held daintily beneath her teeth, frost-kissed and almost flower-like in shape.  Greer was out and about, but that did not mean Kyna had to be alone.  There were others she held dear to heart.  If only she could find them…