Kite wondered if any herds could be found in this particular area. Arbol Rosado was just outside the Thicket and at the edge of the Fields; Kite wondered if she placed her body in one area... Now I'm in two places at once, she convinced herself. Kite thought that was pretty much the coolest thing ever, until she recalled what she was supposed to be doing here. Still, Kite was amazed by this particular tree. She had seen shades of green before, and even naked trees. Autumn she had always missed; the plains were massive and the forest too far away to ever be near when the colors changed. But this particular shade... on a tree... It was lovely.


And unique. Kite circled the tree, her eyes going up and down it. What kind of tree was this? Kite felt quite uneducated; she knew of herbs, but not simple trees? Well, just this tree. But it was still frustrating. The yearling decided to not let this bother her. She would ask Mirren if he knew when she returned from her scouting expedition. Thus far, Kite had not been able to scout out packs since the role was not official and therefore not truly legitimate. If Nina sent her on official business, or Miccah, it would be different; but she was just training for now. She had found one herd thus far, but wondered if there was another closer to home, one that the Woodlands themselves could hunt. It would be nice to have a herd that another pack did not prey on. If she could help it, she'd prefer to keep the Woodlands resources their own. Kite knew that this was an unreasonable expectation... but a girl could dream. Life in the plains had been different; there were no other packs around them, and the ones that did attempt to take root were quickly chased off by her family. Prey was bountiful.

Her concentration was broken when, in her peripherals, she noted the presence of another. The scent Mirren wore was indelible, but in the moment she did not note any similarities between Nios and the scent of her mate. The wind was not in her favor regardless, and so Kite looked at him, her eyes sharp and her ears leaning ever so slightly in his direction to indicate that she was listening as opposed to aggressive. But when his posture demonstrated to her he was no threat, and he whuffed gently, most of her worry dissipated. The thing about wolves were that their intentions were written very clearly upon their body. Perhaps she was naive, but Kite had never been deceived before by another thus far in her life. The newest Tainn—by mateship—thus put some trust in the other.


Kite's own posture changed as he expressed his neutrality. She seemed receptive and welcome to him, her tail swaying loosely at her hocks. Kite did not know if he wished to join her, but she offered it then. Hey, she greets, Looking for company, or passing through? Kite never had any desire to impose, and now was no different. The yearling was eager to meet another, and she had no idea in the slightest it was Mirren's brother. Even with Vaeta she had not known until it was blatantly exposed; but, she was no mind-reader, and so she remained oblivious to the fact that before her very eyes was a sibling to the Tainn who she now and forever would walk beside.



He was strong looking, to be sure, and perhaps she would have noticed that he was handsome to boot had she not been so very keen on her mate. His coat was as dark as her younger brothers, and she welcomed that familiarity she had only found in one another, Anouke; but he had not been warm, and so Kite did not piece that together as she did now.

When the other drew closer, Kite kept close watch. But he stopped a good distance away, so that she felt comfortable. Strangers were, well, strange; but very few had ever been truly cruel and surprised her. When a wolf did not want company, they chased her off of went their own way. This one seemed alright with her presence, and when he spoke Kite was glad to see that he was willing to linger in it. Kite sniffs, nostrils flaring to drink in his scent. There is something undeniably familiar about his musk. And it was easy enough, despite his bulk, to guess his approximate age...


If you'd like, I could leave them a message? I live here, too, after all. Her voice is warm, though Kite wonders if the dark stranger before her would prefer it be he who alerts his brother of his presence. That she could understand... Kite supposed she would rather that if it were her. Still, her invitation politely stood, and then she introduces herself. I'm Kite, by the way. The agouti woman smiles. The yearling was a kind one, one who always was quick to extend an open heart to another being regardless of who they were (thus far in life). Kite had not been wronged or wounded before by another, though her mother did always warn her to be guarded. Still, experience taught her better than words did. While Kite believed the woman, the words did not ring in her head always. Such as now, for instance.

The name caused her ears to perk forward at attention. Nios. That name... it was incredibly familiar. And in an instant, it clicked. Her tail waved and her smile grew all the more broad, not at all aware that the news she was to share might cause all the more tension between he and his brother. I have heard of you, Kite starts, her tail waving. Your brother has told me of you and your sister, who is here as well. She pauses, waits a beat, and then decides, I'll tell him, of course, she nods to him, and then, because she was quite eloquent, Your brother, he's my mate, actually.


Kite wondered how the brother would handle it. Kite had only ever heard good things about the family, but she hardly knew Nios. Then again, she had hardly known Vaeta... but still, Kite knew well enough that getting into things couldn't all be wonderful though that was her aspiration. She thought it would be rude of her to not tell him now and thus make things awkward in the future when Mirren broke the news. The two of them as a front might wonder why she didn't inform him... and then she wondered if it were even her place to tell him. I think he'll want to tell you that, when he sees you, she starts, But I thought it'd be... strange, if I didn't tell you now. Like I was hiding something. She laughs, but prepares, mentally, for what might come.