Katariina had found a way to keep herself busy, the Finnish brood making her times worth it as she both scouted out lands while trying to figure out different tactics to approaching other packs, ideas to present to Rook and Quil. There was a burning desire in her to prove herself to the best of her ability, though it did not hold a death grip over her as she found herself finding time to stand back and let go of childish worries about not being good enough. She had long since learned that it was not a good idea to hold onto such things, because they would eat away at her. She hummed a story to herself, a familiar Finnish tale about a wolf who could control the far north, and how she could take over a wolves mind.
It was an interesting tale about innocence, though she had never looked far enough into it in order to see anything of the sorts. She had a grin to her as she bounced around, her tawny tail wagging from side to side in a familiar manner. She had caught new scents – one new scent in particular that had caught her interest and one vaguely familiar one. Kenelm and a puppy. It made her curious if the man had found his sister, which he must have if he found a pack. She was delighted to know he had taken her up on the offer to join, and even brought new blood with him in the process.
Kat wanted to get to know everyone, as was her instinct and her general nature as a human. She was actively seeking out the child by scent to talk to her and find out more about her. Was this child Calanthe and Kenelm had simply left out the fact that she was a pup or someone else? Perhaps the child of his sister? Either way, Kat would get to the answers.