Traveling had been kind to the last born of the Argyris clan. Whether it was the physical movement, the change of scenery, or the wolves she ran into outside the boundaries of Oak Tree Bend, the girl wasn’t sure; perhaps it was the entire triad, but something felt lifted from her narrow shoulders. She stood taller, crown high as she went about her daily duties – but it was beginning to occur to Kyna that outside of keeping an eye on Aponi and her new sister, she didn’t exactly have duties.
Oh, often she’d go out on small hunts, catching squirrels or hares to put in the pack caches like her father had taught her ages ago. It seemed a way to keep Phineas in mind; it was a happier time, not the last scene of the white wolf falling down.
But that wasn’t her job, and Kyna wasn’t certain she wanted to be an actual hunter by trade. Catching small rodents on her own was one thing, but organizing a group to take down a bigger item of prey was entirely another (as witnessed by Triell’s most recent pack hunt, and look what happened to him!). With all these things in mind, the young blond had trotted into pack territory and lifted her nose. Unable to immediately locate Serach, she tipped her chin and put her song to the sky – it was nothing urgent, she wanted to convey. She simply wanted to … talk.
Finally, finally, Kyna was beginning to seek out the other wolves of the bend.