Kite, busy as she was in the recent three days, had not been out to scout in that time. And in that timeframe, a pack had sprouted—unbeknownst to her—and today, she would learn a valuable lesson. The howl at the borders was responded to swiftly, Coming!, and the newlywed Tainn moved toward the borders with a swiftness unmatched. Kite was quite light on her feet. Clumsy and bumbling sometimes, yes, but swift when she needed to be, and now seemed to be appropriate. She had been nearby regardless, and so she came across the tawny stranger sooner rather than later. Beneath him was an assortment her eyes immediately fell to, and she tried to sort through the many names she had in her herbal library.


He smelled of other wolves, this one; he was not here for joining purposes, she did not think. Business or pleasure? She teases, but her posture is all serious and direct, demanding some semblance of respect even though he was a bit aways from the borders. Still, with young not too terribly far off, Kite wanted his intentions to be quite clear. Sure that any wolf would understand, she did not hasten to explain herself (or find it necessary to do so). The gentle Kite was far from aggressive, but could become so in an instant should the wolf before her not respond appropriately. If Lugh was here for pleasure, she was sure he would call to a friend... but then again, business, to Kite, was always a pleasure to handle. Ah. She tried not to lose herself in her thoughts while holding onto her stable position of guard-wolf, her eyes unwavering but not unkind.

His jovial response gave Kite half an idea of who she was dealing with. Someone of good spirits, obviously, but was he a jokester...? One that did not know respect...? It was a question only asked due to her not knowing him, but the query faded to black as his body responded appropriately. At length, Kite really did entertain his question... and responded to it, to boot. 's usually the way of things, and she idled for a moment, as if to invite him to say if he was here for any different reason. But in that time, Lugh was prompt. For that, she was appreciative, and her own tail waved loosely behind her. His words did give her pause... pack in blackberry fields...? That would need to be reported right away, given it was so close... touching the Woodlands, nearly, in fact. She was not too sure how Nina or Miccah would respond.



Tha's kind and good of you. I'm Kite. I'm the aspiring scout, actually, but have been manning the borders the past couple of days, she flashes him a smile, but her expression sobers some. We're kind of close though, hm? Tell me, honestly, you don't think it will be trouble, will you? I can't tell you how my leaders will react. Kite did not mind showing off her new colors, it meant very little in the scheme of things. Just as any oldtimer, she was willing to protect and serve the Woodlands and their interest. Blackberry Fields quite literally touched the Woodlands, and she imagined the open fields to be a hunting territory of, well, the Woodlands. Kite knew if she were a leader, she might be bothered. Best to relay this to Lugh now. If he was at ease about it, perhaps she was worrying for naught. She would find out soon enough, she imagined.

Truth be told, his words did little to put her at ease and it showed. Her slight frown lingered, coming from a pack quite the opposite side of the fence with her own family. They would not stand for any near them, particularly family. Their land was their land, and their grounds were their grounds. She had to give a short laugh, the sound not harsh but nervous. 'fraid my own abundant family wasn't so kind, she admits with a shrug to clear the air. Every wolf, and family, was different she supposed. But Lugh continued, and his suggestion was one that did quell her anxieties some. At the very least, Kite could see what her leaders thought.


I think I'll suggest that to them, she began, but her features were still not as light as they generally were—not that he would recognize or know that—and there was still a weight on her shoulders. I don't think when prey is abundant it'll be a problem, but I'm just thinking of the future, too. I don't know how Winter is here, but the past one where I had come from was... not too kind. No deaths, but certainly there were weeks went without eating. Kite imagined that might be some of the reason she was pushed away when she was old enough; the less heads, the better.


She takes a breath. She does not want this meeting to be one of troubled minds, so instead Kite ventures to lighten the subject some. She had said her piece, but for the moment they did not have to worry about that. Anyways... congratulations is due too, I guess, huh? So who leads you guys? Kite waves her tail, really glad to be moving on from one topic to the next. Thinking she was alright at reading others, Kite was sure this Lugh was a decent guy and truly didn't want to bombard him with aggressive possibilities and what-ifs.

Kite listened, quite interested in what he had to say. She knew neither of the wolves that he spoke of, though given her relative newness to the area she hadn't exactly expected to. Kite wondered at what trouble meant, and she was an open book. Her head tilted as he spoke those very words, and as he finished Kite found herself asking, Not like... puppy-napping trouble, yeah? Her tone was neutral, and her exterior was still receptive and open, but she had to ask. Lugh seemed a kind fellow, but strangers were strangers. She was always the sort to hope for the best, but it would be better to know. Kite's tail waved when she heard they were doing well, glad to hear it; she herself thought that now would be a good time for any pack to get together, to know each other prior to winters beginning.


Secret Woodlands! she proudly retorts, I'm still learning more of the pack, I'm relatively new. But Nina's head of the helm here, she's great. Miccah rules next to her, and he's a great leader, too. She smiles, glad to speak of them. Nina was something of a matriarch and had led the band a long time from what she had heard. Miccah was a new leader, but that made him no less of one. From what Kite had seen, he did what was meant to be done and did it well.