The old woman was kind. Kite noted this with the slow wave of her own thick tail, but still, her worries got the better of her as they often tended to. Physically, this was not revealed (though her idiosyncrasy remained with her as she swept her paw gently against the ground); there was no pursing of her lips or change in the way that she breathed... Kite had been taught to control, but only barely. Ah, and then, a nervous grin! Control was not her forte, yet. She was working on it. At Pakuna's words, Kite was able to look thoughtful... and she was thinking about what the woman said. Maybe fish were lurking beneath there, even still. How did they not freeze as the waters did? Kite knew it wasn't just the surface, but if the frigid water could freeze them should they step in it, how was a flimsy fish any different...? The way her brow was currently furrowed as she fixated over the thought showed just how little she knew on the matter. And when Pakuna mentioned living underwater, Kite glanced at her worriedly. No, no don't do that...
Kite shuddered at the thought. Change was all well and good by her, but the unknown? That prospect was unnerving. I dunno if I would...
she didn't know if outright saying, I wouldn't want that, would offend her elder... and so her admission she felt was more gentle and open-ended. Pakuna could dream of Kites desire to breathe beneath the water with her... or she could think that this was not a preference of hers. Kite hardly wanted to be rude and proclaim the wildness of the very thought (she was not that rigid, but she was used to drylands and to live in/beneath water seemed... strange). But Kite also wouldn't lie, it was not something she excelled in. Who knows what lives there, after all,
she tentatively admits, her eyes moving from waterbed to Pakuna.
The question from Pakuna did surprise her, if only because Kite took personal questions to mean that another cared. The realist in her told her, no, Pakuna couldn't care because she didn't know her! But the part that strayed from the realist in her longed to believe that somehow, the other did care. Kite was quiet for a moment as she pondered this, the maslin of thoughts as complex and strange as the maslin of scents around them. I won't be for long,
she begins quietly, her eyes not leaving Pakuna now. I am traveling with Mirren, and he is taking me to the pack he runs with, Secret Woodlands. ...Maybe y'could come with us? I... I don't see why you and I are any different I mean... except age but...
Ah, no, no... get away from that topic! But that doesn't mean anything except experience and they'd probably, you know, want that...
Sheepishly Kite awaits the woman's response. Age. Did she have to bring up that difference? Did it really need to be mentioned or brought up? Kite felt quite flustered... and the only thing to reveal this was, again, the anxious sweeping of her foreleg, back and forth. A pendulum-like motion that put her at peace.