The wind was in her favor. Kite could not help but be restless and wake earlier than normal, but she was a morning bird regardless. Still. Today was the day. It was the true beginning of her life with Mirren. This was cause for celebration to Kite, who could smell a herd nearby. Kite wanted to be of use to this new pack, and perhaps if she could find the herd in which she smelled. And so she rose, exhaling a warm breath onto the forehead of the dozing Mirren who she sensed might rise with her. Don't let me disturb you, she whispers quietly, I'll be back. Just want to see if I can find 'em... pause, A herd. With that clarified, Kite withdrew from him. Her gaze lingered... and it pained her to move away, even for a moment. But Kite wanted to help him, too; she would do so until the end of her days.

Her nose quivers as she moves into the Orchard. The land around her was beautiful, too... so different! So very, very different from the land of tall grass. Her nose was planted to the earth as she followed the scent trail. It seemed relatively fresh, but her hunt for them was thus far fruitless. All the while, Kite's ears swiveled atop her head in case she could hear them, or else any other that may approach. Kite would help Mirren and the pack she was a part of, ad infinitum.

Kite had not yet given up hope. She was optimistic, of course, as that was in her nature... but also impatient. Her age was part to blame for that, and also her nature. Kite had earned her impatience from her mother who would snap when said patience was tested. It was an unfortunate part of Kite, but... she was working on it. Her strides grew longer, but she felt as though she was on some sort of wild goose change.

There was no sound to betray Anstice's approach, but when the woman was near enough Kite could hear the gentle footfalls of the other. Anstice carried a scent different from her mothers but vaguely familiar. Kite had only just left, but her siblings had been conceived a brief time prior to her departure. The female did not recognize it as pregnancy, and so she could not place just what was different about the others scent. Kite turned as the woman voiced her shy greeting, and Kite was none the wiser to her true nature. Kite herself was relatively shy when meeting others, but her meeting with Mirren had lifted her spirits to a degree that Kite, on this morning, could not think of her anxieties when meeting another. Her tail waved in a friendly manner. Hey! she greets cheerily, and licks her chops. The smell of breakfast bring you here? she quips, her eyes bright. Kite was resourceful herself, but none had ever been willing to work with her out of the Lore. Still, after meeting Mirren, he had instilled hope in her... not all were so quick to turn their backs.

The woman was frail in her response, gentle. Her manners caused Kite to smile warmly, nodding her head in immediate acceptance. Still unaware thus far of the others situation, Kite moved to press onward, gesturing to her side in a come, come! sort of motion. Hopefully we can find something, she huffs, and looks to the pale wolf. Foods been hard to come by... but recently I've been lucky enough to find scraps. Hunting with two wolves was possible, but difficult. And truth be told, Kite did not want to exert herself for a potential failure. The other looked more than a bit tired, and so Kite did not want to push the other... together, they would scout.

Kite lowered her head to the earth to inhale a heavy bout of air. Her eyes also cast toward the sky to see if she could see her crow companion anywhere... but no, nothing yet. Kite slowed some so she could be all the more observant, not wanting to miss a thing.

The L'Crowe then thought it the right thing to do to mind her manners, and her ears flattened atop her head as anxiety swept through her system. Ah, erm, I'm Kite! Hi, by the way. She looked sidelong to Anstice, the pale stranger, giving the other a crooked, nervous smile. Kite wasn't a bundle of nerves, but she certainly felt nervous due to her slip up in the manners department... ah, well, better late than never. Kite looked back to the path ahead, breathing in the scents of the world around her in the process.

Kite had never heard a name like some of the ones she had heard here. She was used to simple names, short names. Anstice sounded... exotic. Kite thought it was lovely, and perhaps Anstice might have noticed that by the way Kite's eyes lingered for a little bit longer on the others pale figure, as if admiring the other. Which, in a way, she was... just not the physical aspect, nor really even the mental one. But a name could make one lovely for a little while, Kite knew. If she had met someone named Raven, she would instantly want to befriend them on the sole principle that she loved the bird! Kite could be strange like that. Still, Kite was also unused to exotic names, and not wanting to mess it up, Kite asks with genuine interest, May I call you Annie? Or An? She imagined the other might be more annoyed by her slaying the lifelong (as far as Kite thought she had the name for) name she had gone by than addressing her by a simpler moniker. She could be wrong, though, and so the L'Crowe was prepared to hear no.

At the others comment, Kite sniffed at the air, nostrils sucking in the air all the more aggressively. Kite, too, noted the hint of the leporine thing, and Kite affirmed Anstice's query with a nod. Me, too. That way, yeah? Kite gestures while asking, darting forward. Her tail waves in a friendly manner. It wasn't exactly a herd (note: nowhere near), but it would do for now.

Kite nodded understandingly at the others response, knowing ones own name meant much to them. Kite went on to explain herself, not for her own benefit but for the others. She doubted that Anstice was truly wondering why in the hell Kite would prefer her to call her Annie as opposed to Anstice, but in case she was, Kite thought it prudent to mention. Ah, I've never heard a name like yours before! I like it... I just, I didn't want to ruin it... can you... say it once more? St-eece...? She winces, and throws an apologetic look at Anstice. She had tried to avoid the butchery, but it could not be helped. She might as well learn the more difficult part of her name as opposed to attempting to avoid it with Ansti. It was better she know, right? At least now, it could be fixed! Kite was a simple enough name, but wolves could even manage to savage that. It set Kite's nerves on end, and caused her to grit her teeth... though she had become more patient. Not everyone could understand simple things, and she had at last come to term with that.

Fortunately, sooner than later their chase began. The one that escaped Anstice's clutches made it into the jowls of Kite, though its life was ended swiftly as Kite shook it and snapped its neck with ease. No sooner was it on the ground that Kite went for another that was attempting to make it back into its home that she was upon it, ending its life, too, as her fangs dug deep into its scruff and found a vital vein. It fell limp and she released it, falling onto her belly and lapping at its bloodied furs to remove them from it before she took part in its more juicy contents. The other one lay there, dead and free for the taking. Kite need not kill any more than she had... truth be told she would have been content with just one, but she had missed the hunt, and her adrenaline had gotten the better of her.