Kite had told her leader the news of the Thorns, and in turn Nina had given her plenty of information to bring to the Caverns alpha. Be it her alphas brother or Narime, Kite would deliver her news. She was tired by the journeys end, but still in good health. Her tongue lolled freely from between her lips as she kept off the borders, keeping some distance between herself and them. There was no straight line a border had; here and there they were marked, and Kite would not intrude. The crinose wolf felt her tongue roll over her nose and she inhaled a deep drought of air; there was no one immediately nearby that she could scent, and so she lifted her head and howled. Kite's mother did not take well to any wolf howling near her borders if they intended to join, but when it came to news it was a very different situation.


So, she sang.


The territory itself was drastically different from her own home—past and present—she came to realize, as her muzzle fell and her song ended. The location itself was on higher ground. Secret Woodlands was truly earth, Kite felt. Low and rooted, a hidden little paradise. This place was... different. Hilly, from the trip alone... but she wondered what the depths of this place held. Her flank twitched, and she felt herself itching to enter; but that had not been the task she was assigned. In any case, they were allies. She was only innocently curious, regardless, enjoying territories beyond the bland, open Plains from whence she came. It was a whole new world.