Kite was decidedly alone on another journey to become a scout. She had been to the Wildwood enough to know it some, but, well, she could afford to know it more. This trip she intended to collect some of the herbs she knew to be there to bring back to Aideen, who Kite had not yet met but who Rayne had spoken of. Rayne regarded her as she might have regarded her packs medic, so... in her mind, she thought she was doing right in meeting her and having gifts. Her thoughts were cut quite short when a proud howl ripped through the air, and Kite's ears cupped as she listened... healthy male, likely a lone bachelor. Maybe seeking a mate? Kite heard that males would do that, depart from the pack to start their own... Kite had only left hers because she had been forced to. Once she might have been bitter for it, but things worked out in her favor.


Kite followed the howl.


If the male was a lone wolf, he might at the very least seek a pack. If he was healthy, he could be a good addition to the Woodlands who could afford extra legs to hunt with. Thus a different journey began, the journey for the howling bachelor. Kite paused midstride and a thought occurred to her: was he... well, he couldn't be looking for a mate...? Was she giving the wrong message by approaching?


And Kite furrowed her brows, pondering this in place.

Kite hadn't the slightest idea her presence had been noted—though there was no reason why it wouldn't have been—and so, when the other spoke to her in a short manner, Kite momentarily shriveled and narrowed her eyes confusedly. Kite pushed all her wariness aside and just moved through the brush, licking her chops and frowning. Stop, that's no way to meet someone... and then, a smile. Sorry I just... well, I heard you call. And I was just walking and thought to come see you 'cause I was alone, and then she decides to throw in, feeling it harmless, But then I thought my mate may be waiting for me... but I've just left only recently, so,


Well, that was a mouthful. Nothing worth telling, she breathes airily, shrugging. So, you prefer to be alone? The lithe Kite wondered what there was to it. If Kite could have it her way, she'dve been in the Plains 'til the day she had died. Total pack wolf. Socializing and having close-knit bonds went without compare to the Tainn newlywed except for now, only because she had found a mate. That was the greatest thing of all. Being a lone wolf for Kite had been a struggle. The tawny wolf had been nearly a fresh yearling then, and not geared for loneliness. She could hunt well enough but on her journey only could get food from scraps of other hunters or small rabbits. It was winter, so that made things all the tougher... perhaps being a loner in the Summer was different.

His apology caused a smile to grace her features. Kite trusted he meant it, not because she put blind faith in strangers (which actually was pretty typical of her) but because he had thought to apologize twice. As he continued on, Kite listened with interest. It seemed the life of a loner was a life that had not been hard on him which the Tainn was quite happy to hear. It had been difficult for her... but not everyone's story was the same. Plus, the season had been different and unkind. The Winter was different than the Summer, when there was more to share and offer. Then, by many, she'd been considered another mouth to feed or an intruder in her loner days. Kite had been lucky to happen across Mirren, really. It was he who had gotten her into the fold. And now, she was a part of his family.


As he put it, though, the life of a lone wolf did sound pretty simple. Survival. One didn't know how difficult that could be even though he made it sound so simple. Kite's own experience had not been so simple... but again, Kite attributed it to the seasonal difference. His words then seemed to take a hesitant turn, and suddenly, apologetic again... Kite cocked her head for a moment before returning to her typical look, and shook her head. Yeah, I do, but no, my pack isn't hosted in this region. So, not threatened, Kite shrugs, and then reevaluates all he said. So when you say make a home for yourself, you mean... create a pack? As opposed to joining one first? Kite was curious about that, if this were in fact the case. Kite hadn't thought of it herself, but leading a pack had never been an ambition of hers in her loner days. Now, who could really say? Ambition was a new territory Kite was only now wading in... but she was at home in the Woodlands, and would not betray Nina's trust by going off to act on mere impulse now that she had found both a home and a family there. More than that, she liked Nina, from all of her encounters. And Mirren did, too. It meant something to her.


But this wolf, tawny like she was, had no connections, nothing to hold him back. At the same token, there was nothing by his side, either. Still, every pack had a beginning, didn't it?