Bigger Than Love

This world was such a beautiful place. No matter where she went Kiela was able to see beauty in her surroundings, and in a place like northern Boreas it wasn't hard at all to find beauty in.. well, everything. So far these lands were nothing at all what she expected, in the best way possible. Part of her had worried she might want to return home, to things familiar to her, but it was growing increasingly obvious that these lands had plenty in store for her - and she hoped she had s much to offer them in return. By the time fall came, though that was quite far away still, she intended to be properly herding her reindeer and ensuring they were ready for a potentially harsh winter.

But until then? It was her self-appointed duty to familiarize herself with the terrain and learn as much as she could about this place. Only time and exploration would give her the right direction, and until then she was content to explore freely. Right now she was fully entranced on the colors both above and below. Since she'd seen northern lights before (though they were always quite a sight to see), she'd was focused on looking down, having never seen such a thing before. She was so engrossed on the ebbing colors that she hardly noticed a stranger approach until it was too late to feel prepared for it.

Her movements were slow and cautious as she turned around to face her. Though there was no real hint of fear in her stiff posture, she was visibly guarded, as she always was. For a second she stared, trying to discern what the stranger's intentions might be - but she was equally as distracted by her coat, which was more colorful than any wolf she'd seen before. It was hard to say now whether the glowing orbs beneath the ice were the most distracting thing or not, but quickly she regained her composure as she spoke.

The mere prospect of her being responsible for the sight below her paws, earned a low but genuine laugh from Kiela. The sound was one that was rarely heard from her, and sounded odd even to her own ears. "I.. do not do this," she explained in her heavy accent, wishing she'd found more people to speak with lately. She was unaccustomed to the language here and she hadn't gotten much better at it since coming to Boreas. "It is beautiful, though," she added awkwardly. Conversing was hardly her strong suit but she knew it was necessary. Kiela stepped aside, as if encouraging Luta to come see a bit closer, stepping away to make a comfortable space for her if she chose.