They did not have to wait long, as after barely a few minutes a wolf a fair bit smaller than the both of them appeared, sporting a coat made up of a mix of browns, creams and blacks with golden honey eyes set into a kind face. As she spoke the Young Slayer struggled to think of who the wolf was, but either she had forgotten or did not know. Shyly looking slightly to the side, she kept quiet, and didn’t speak, letting her brother do all the talking. She was not very good at making good impressions on others, and she didn’t want Karp to get in trouble for her own folly. Keeping silent, Adsila looked down at her paws, shifting her weight from one to the other, nervous in the presence of the wolf she did not know the name of. But it clicked the moment her brother called her ‘Auntie’, and she felt shameful at not remembering. She really was a horrible wolf in terms of friends and family.
Glancing at Karp as he mentioned her talents in hunting, saying the she was ‘really good’, her nose gently nudged at his shoulder. “I’m not that good,” she muttered softly, embarrassed at his attempts to make her seem better than she really was. Her skills were average, but not really good, that was pushing it. But she hoped that in time she would become very good and once she was of age, gain the role of hunter. That had always been her dream, and she wouldn’t stop until it was completed.
Her chest tightened when Capella, her first friend, came into view, staring at the Slayer Siblings. She started to speak, but her words – well, word – trailed off into nothing, and she moved beside Naia, licking her under the chin. Adsila felt like calling out to her creamy friend, but she did not know what to say. what was there to say? She hadn’t seen her for months, and she didn’t know if they could still be called friends, and so she stood silently next to Karp, their dark fur mingling together, as she waited for someone to speak.
But instead of words, another wolf arrived, sporting a white coat with pale yellow-green eyes. He sidled up next to Capella, and she studied his face. He seemed older, wiser, more reserved than she had known him before, especially when he asked what they were doing at the borders of Cut Rock River and if they were alright in a confused tone. Lachesis did not have the usual stutter that she knew, but then again, they had never spent any time together like her brother had. Glancing back at her brother, she stared questioningly at him, unsure of what to do or say. It seemed that everyone from her disbanded birth pack was there at that moment, and she felt as if she had betrayed each and every one of them in some way or another.
The Young Slayer listened silently as Karp spoke of why he had been exiled from Hollowheart Keep, and why he would never return. From his words she could tell that he would never be welcome there ever again, and that possibly included her. Naia’s words seemed to kind to be true. Would they really allow her to become part of their family, after what she had done? But maybe they had forgiven her already…
Started out of her thoughts at Naia’s question of where she had been, the Young Slayer stared at her for a few moments, before shyly looking back down at her paws. “Well… when Pitch Pine Trail disbanded Ace and I went forth to find a pack to survive in during the winter. We found one just in time, Magnolia Glen, and if it wasn’t for them I would have died out there. They looked after me, and once winter ended I met Karp up on the mountain, and then he came to our borders, and with a farewell to Ace I went with him, and now here I am.” Her speech finished, Adsila hesitantly looked back up at her old family, hoping that they would understand and forgive her for all the wrongs she had done in the past.
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