He wasn’t hoping, or trying, to run into the silver-eyed girl. If he did it wouldn’t be completely awful, for he owed the annoying girl an apology. Not because he wanted to, but because Everly thought it would be a good idea. Sure, the boy felt a little bad for being so rude to her, but he had no desire to be friends with her. He had enough friends on the monadnock. Adult, mature friends.
Cutting through the tundra with ease the smudge headed for the body of water carved into the tundra. There was lots of little beasties for the knight to chase around the pond and keep him entertained for a few hours before he had to return to the monadnock. Cyril did not like lingering in the lowlands after dark. He was still too small to properly defend himself and he did not like making his parents (or Everly) worry about him. The little Kael liked thinking he was much bigger than he was, for he certainly had a big mouth, but his legs were still stubby and his paws chunky. It made running away from strangers much more difficult.
With the sun warm on his obsidian fur the boy slumped down at the pond’s edge, his forepaws flopping into the water to cool himself down. His tongue lolled from the side of his mouth as he watched the ripples spin across the surface of the water, his brows narrowed softly. The scents of the silver-eyed girl and her brother had faded—it appeared neither of them had visited the pool recently. Good, he thought idly to himself, his tail thumping gently against the ground.