After Maksim had instructed Naia of her responsibilities during their absence, the honeyed she-wolf had whisked her newfound mate away to the regal mountains, a newfound panic to her step. Her belly was beginning to swell with the life within her, and as much as she desired nothing more than to rush across the steep slopes of the mountain that had already granted injury to her, she held more caution to her steps now as she had scaled the grandeur landmark. There was an urgency to her though, and her eyes would worriedly skim over her mate as she sought reassurance -- they did not have much time, and she wanted to be well settle din to their den at home in Cut Rock River -- but she could not put her family aside. They likely believed her dead.
And so, as the days passed, she would become more skitterish as they drew closer. The mumblings of whether or not they would understand had dared to press past her lips at one point or another, and she could see the disappointment on their faces as she told them she would not be returning to them -- the Tainn's had once more been abandoned. And yet Corinna had wished this life for her.. and told her one day she would want cubs of her own. She had not understood at that time, but now, with the strength and warmth of her mate at her side, she had finally come to accept this inevitable desire.
They stood then, on the borders of the all too familiar Bend. Spring had graced itself upon the lands, and relief would flood her only when the scent of those she loved would flit past her nose. Yet something was very wrong, and light frown furrowed her brow as the scent of her mother and Fenru were much fainter than they should have been. Shifting her weight, her shoulder pressing to Maksim's in silent reassurance, Kisla tilted her muzzle up, beckoning her family forward her for reunion.. and answers.
sparking up my heart