Mountains made of clouds

Though the touch was brief it was very much welcomed. It was rare Kiela spend much time around other wolves, and rarer even that she enjoy the physical touch of another. Sometimes she found herself longing for the days of her youth when she'd sleep huddled up against her cousins for warmth - it was rare that she looked toward the past in such a way but it was hard to not let it cross her mind occasionally. The life of a reindeer herder was an often lonely one but she'd gotten used to her solitary existence. Running into Víðarr had a way of lifting her up though, something she was only now beginning to recognize.

She nodded in understanding. Kiela had never gotten to understood the complexities of sibling relationships in the way he had, it seemed. She'd had a large family and the lines between kin and sibling had been blurred, but she'd left home so young that she wasn't even sure they'd have the same bond if they reunited now. It seemed more likely not. "I understand that. The cycle of things," Kiela clarified gently. If things changing in that regard bothered him, he made no sign of it, and she was glad it did not disrupt the serenity of this moment they were spending together.

Slowly she nodded to his question. "Well enough. There are two older ones that I fear might not make it through winter, but the rest of the herd looks like they've been faring well. I think spring will be kind to them." It wasn't necessarily a prediction but she'd seen indicators that they were well-prepared for a fruitful spring. "I'm excited," she commented idly. It was rare she spoke about how she was feeling; even a comment as simple as that was a rarity for, but it was true, she was looking forward to the change of season quite a bit. Casting a glance his way, she made to continue walking, glad to spend a bit more time with him today.