Just one of the flowers

Kiela was hardly what anyone could consider a good conversationalist, nor was she one to try to feign being one. Hyacinth would just have to deal with her as she was.. and weirdly, he seemed almost entertained by the fact that she was caught off guard. Not that catching her off guard was very difficult with all the strange wolves that inhabited these lands. He admitted though that his sister was more blue and green, and he nodded in understanding. "Ah, so the beauty it runs in the family," Kiela commented, trying her best to be conversational without speaking needlessly. Regardless of his comment he still did remind her of the northern lights, especially the way the color drained from his limbs and his fur lay speckled with white dots, like stars in a clear night sky. She would argue the night sky itself was more beautiful than any wolf, but she was more impressed with his appearance than with most wolves she'd met thus far - she didn't mind stopping to admire a beautiful face, even if she wouldn't dwell on it for long.

"I am new here too. Learning my way around. I spend the last two seasons.. north," she gestured vaguely to the north, hyper-aware of which direction she'd been heading. Navigation was her strong suit, if nothing else. That was why she'd come to this place in the first place, not solely to stop and enjoy the flowers (nor the wolves), but to really wrap her head around the landscape and how each type of terrain interacted with the others. This land in particular seemed to be an outlier, a perfectly cut nook in the earth simply teeming with flowers and vegetation, though it was no doubt an interesting reprieve from the rest of the world.