Starting life over with family

With Alastor in sight, Kichi took that as fine to cross over to the land.  “C’mon Torch,”  It was only a few strides until Al was right there and Kichi lifted his own finding that strange warmth of physical contact with someone he trusted and cared for.

“Nope never had a problem,” Kichi replied thinking of the darkness and all the prey he’d seen with it.  Since Kichi avoided wolves most of the time he only knew of Relm getting it so was unsure if it had affected many others.  “You seem to um,” come to think of it, “Al, what happened to your fur?”  He didn’t seem injured nor did Al act sick or anything but his coat seemed a lot shorter than Kichi recalled!  Considering last time he met they’d embraced Kichi was quite sure it had been denser.

Torch, pranced forward pressing his head into Alastor like a play-bump in greeting then a comical bark sound.
Kichi walked along with Alastor, the silvery coat contrasting against the inky blackness.  “So, how many are there here anyway?”  Kichi had lived with Al and Lurid so a band seemed a pretty large number in his mind.  How large was the actual number though?

Apparently, his mate hadn’t been too far behind as Kichi had to assume the female wolf coming towards them was Manea.  Like Alastor, she was a giant in size but there the appearances seemed to end.  The purple hues, the white lines around her one eye, and what were those sticking out of her face?  Horns or something else?  Huh.  She was pretty though, there was no denying that.

Her greeting was a surprise though.  Kichi she’d heard so much about?  The silver wolf tried to imagine what Alastor might have shared about him.  Kichi had always been closed off and formal in practice outside of those naïve days of youth, at least what he labeled naïve.  This was Alastor’s mate and someone to be open with, to trust, but that went against everything Kichi did by instinct.  He was curious about who Alastor had decided to hook up with.  His last relationship hadn’t gone very well so what was his second attempt like?

“Hi, Manea,” Kichi’s mind scrounged for something nice to say in return.  He’d been really curious to meet her and see Alastor’s band but hell if he knew what to say. “I’m glad to meet you also.  I admit I was curious since Al mentioned you.”  The words came out with a hesitant but curious interest.  Being open was dangerous but he could trust who Al trusted.

Torch had no problem.  The tiny water deer glanced up at the wolf and gave another little bark of greeting, its fanged teeth just adding to the comedy of its boldness.  Really, the deer would die without Kichi it had no concept of running on sight of wolves.

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