Sahalie was much closer to Kyna than she thought – she probably wasn’t too far from the place the redhead had been born, in all reality. Even now, difficult as it was, the woman came across Riddle Heights to seek solitude in her childhood home. She could have founded her pack on the skeletons of where Silent Moon Plateau was reigned, but… That would have been too strange.

Kyna huffed irritability. The walk used to be joyful, and easy. Now it felt like she was lugging an extra wolf (or two) in weight with her – a simple walk was more like a waddle. Everything ached, right down to the tips of her toes. It definitely hadn’t been like this with Revon.

Deciding she was going to need a quick rest before returning home, the woman paused – that was a voice.  There were two voices.  Ears cupped forward, curious who would loiter so close to pack lands when she realized how familiar that one voice was.  The first one, the female.  She knew that voice.  She knew who it belonged to. Kyna struggled back to her feet.

“Sahalie? Sahalie!? Is that you?”

Whatever Kyna had been planning on doing, it had flown out the proverbial window. She hurried as fast as she could (which, admittedly, was not fast at all these days) over the stones, wide paws picking a careful path. Having lived on the height for almost a year, it was practically second nature at this point….but being swollen like a bloated carcass sure made it difficult to balance. She gave another soft huff, enormously thankful they were on the plateau and not the slope – and that Sahalie was moving to meet her halfway.

Small miracles.

Despite the utter effort, her tail wagged aggressively behind her, and once she was finally close enough, brushed her cheek against her childhood friend’s. It felt like it had been forever. “You found my mountain,” she said breathlessly, eyes roaming over the dark female first, and then falling to Alastor. It was then that she saw his silver hair had been torn up by something. Her brows furrowed deeply. “Are you two alright? What’s happened?”

Kyna did not get along so well with her almost mute mate for an inability to pick up on silent social cues. She wasn’t entirely sure what was brewing between her pair of friends, but now didn’t seem the time to ask. Perhaps once everyone was fed and they had a better look at Alastor’s shoulder, she would prod.

As it were, she listened carefully, ears swiveling forward and back as Hal and Alastor explained exactly what had driven them up the slopes. A pack of coyotes? She almost wouldn’t believe it, except Sahalie had no reason to lie to her and those injuries were clear as day. Her ears fell back as she frowned.

“That’s…very strange,” she agreed, mouth tugging at the edges. “Perhaps they were starving.” Desperate, with no other means, so that danger and death did not seem like such a risk. Hopefully, they’d stay where the pair of loners left them. But as for now… “C’mon, we’ll be safer in Aurora Heights. The pack isn’t very big right now…” Not for lack of effort, but breeding season seemed to have taken its toll on the eligible bachelors formerly among their ranks. Kyna sighed and shook her head, determined not to get frustrated with the situation. “But we have caches. And supplies. No healers, I’m afraid, but Greer has picked up a few things from his sister.”

The more she thought about it, the more she realized they really needed to fix that whole ‘medic’ situation. Kyna turned, angling back towards Aurora Heights and began slowly – she was in no mood to do much more than amble. She turned to look, to make sure her companions were following.