Kyanite stomped through the woods. Walking loudly as she crunched fallen leaves and dry twigs under paw. She was capable of being a great deal quieter - more so at night, then at day - but clearly was making no effort to do any better.

Lioness stalked in front of her, silent as a breeze in comparison to the wolf. Her tail flicked against the paws of the girl, as she helped to guide her to where they knew Grimoire would be waiting for them. Kyanite was… well, not unexpectedly, grumpy. Her father had told her that the newly made hunter would be giving her some lessons. Did she really need lessons? She was a year old now. The only reason she hadn’t applied for a rank was because she had planned to leave the pack before now. That… hadn’t worked out too well for her. She realised she should have applied for a rank anyway. Maybe then her dad wouldn’t be treating her like a baby still.

A tap from Lioness alerted her that they were approaching the other wolf now. With her mask in place, she moved her nose about, scenting for the wolf. He was about… there. “Grimoire?” She asked, her tone not as friendly as it could be.


"Kite"

It was an understatement to say he wasn't exactly prepared to teach others...things. He wasn't used to these social things, much less being a teacher. He often did things on his own and seldom asked for help. He was stubborn, yes. He inherited that from his father. Too bad he didn't inherit his father's outgoing nature. He sat and waited for his...student...to arrive. The eagle that Sirius had gifted him sat on a tree branch above him, preening his feathers while the earthen male waited. He wasn't sure where he was going to begin with this. Or even what Kyanite was like. And also, wasn't she some sort of...royalty? She was the daughter of the alpha, after all, but he had no clue if that counted or not. Sighing, he frowned as his doubts began to invade his mind. But he had little time to change his mind because soon enough, he heard someone stomping through the woods and getting closer. He raised a brow, an unamused look on his face when the girl emerged and approached him. "Grimoire?" Her tone wasn't the most friendly. Understandable, however. He would probably not be in a good mood either if he were in her situation. He nodded at her question, then remembered she couldn't see very well, could she? That's why he was here...that's why he was doing this. He had experience with this to some degree. He supposed the others didn't. "Yeah, I'm Grimoire. I assume you're Kyanite. And I assume you know why you're here?" "Grimoire"