Jus' a homesick Kite to play into my personal misery ;_;
Mirren was everything. Kite was ready, ready to be with him forever. Because he was her forever.
But Kite had to come to terms with the loss of her past life, truly come to terms with it, and she decided it would need to begin now. A slow catharsis. Kite had thrown herself wholeheartedly into the pack by helping dig out two packmates the day prior, to distract herself, and now she found herself trailing one of them. In her jaws was a limp rabbit that swung freely, blood dotting her chest here and there as blood oozed from between her fangs. She gripped it a bit rougher than perhaps she ought to have... Distracted, she was thinking of her family, and how goodbye truly meant goodbye.
Her new life was beginning, now. And they would not be a part of it, the Plains their permanent keeper. Her love for them would remain, but they were not a part of her any more. They had shaped her, molded her, changed her. And then, like that, as they pushed her away (as instinct would demand) her chapter with them had come to an end. Once she might have considered it untimely... and sometimes, a little unfair. But without that push, she would not be here. Somewhere better.
Kite was trying to be optimistic. It was hard. Because finality was something she did not deal too well with. It was over. Her heart ached and her step seemed far from light and giddy, as it typically was... and Kite tried to divert her attentions to the trail she had... lost?
Those damnable thoughts. All consuming. Shaking her head, Kite turned to again find the train of the wolf she had never formally met before, but intended to.