we can't giggle, it's a crime scene

Kite struggled to keep up with the stranger her father had sent her off with. Her paws were uncertain on the unfamiliar territory, and the only reason she was able to set any sort of pace at all was Lioness, the forest cat that ran at her paws. Keeping her on a relatively flat path. She wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be a punishment, or if her father was just getting her out from underpaw. There was certainly an awkwardness accompanying a wolf who didn’t give her the same automatic assistance as her siblings did.

Not that Kite liked assistance, or needed it or anything.

She moved her head in the direction Verity’s voice came from, and pitched her voice low, conspiratorial. “I’ll show you if you can find somewhere dark for us to go” She suggested


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