The wind was in her favor. Kite could not help but be restless and wake earlier than normal, but she was a morning bird regardless. Still. Today was the day. It was the true beginning of her life with Mirren. This was cause for celebration to Kite, who could smell a herd nearby. Kite wanted to be of use to this new pack, and perhaps if she could find the herd in which she smelled. And so she rose, exhaling a warm breath onto the forehead of the dozing Mirren who she sensed might rise with her. Don't let me disturb you,
she whispers quietly, I'll be back. Just want to see if I can find 'em...
pause, A herd.
With that clarified, Kite withdrew from him. Her gaze lingered... and it pained her to move away, even for a moment. But Kite wanted to help him, too; she would do so until the end of her days.
Her nose quivers as she moves into the Orchard. The land around her was beautiful, too... so different! So very, very different from the land of tall grass. Her nose was planted to the earth as she followed the scent trail. It seemed relatively fresh, but her hunt for them was thus far fruitless. All the while, Kite's ears swiveled atop her head in case she could hear them, or else any other that may approach. Kite would help Mirren and the pack she was a part of, ad infinitum.