Those we trust

There seems to be a heaviness that hangs around Sirius’s head as she approaches and the red woman offers him a warm smile. The grieving process is a personal journey and there are parts where you can step forward and times when backtrack. A part of Keahi knows that he misses his wife and the tropical born wolf will never fault him for that. No matter how much time passes, Zee will always be in his heart and she understands that there are days when you just miss a person to death. After her own tragic landing in Auster, she too has had to grieve for the lives of her crewmates.

But his sadness does not deter her and Keahi moves to affectionately bump his shoulder. Sirius speaks her name, the emotions that he feels causing the word to be rough and jagged. She stands before him, offering her help and is surprised by his answer. Brows lift as talks about her trips outside pack lands and her smile only grows. While it is true, the red woman would easily wave away the danger in favor of not having him worry. However, she does not get the chance to, as he directs her attention to the grass on her right. Ocean blue eyes quickly track over to the designated area and finds a pair of scared hazel eyes staring back at her.

A soft inhale of air and Keahi’s breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sheer beauty of the crouched creature. Releasing the breath, a single word is pushed out, “Beautiful.” The feline lifts its head from the grass, locking eyes with the woman. They stare deep into each other’s souls, letting the other know who they are without a single word. Finally, the female ocelot stands, her graceful form slipping forward until she is in front of Keahi. The red wolf bows her head and the feline stands so that their foreheads can connect. t is a custom, where she comes from, that when you meet someone, you press your foreheads together and share your breath.

It may seem strange to outsiders but, for the Hawai’ian woman, it is as natural as the exchanging of names. They stay there, eyes closed, foreheads pressed together until they come to an unspoken understanding. With a smile, the ocelot steps back and Keahi looks back up to Sirius. With a soft, gentle voice, she says, “Mahalo Sirius. Mahalo Nui Loa.” She closes the distance between the Warlord and herself as she attempts to hug the taller man. There are times in life when words feel inadequate and this is one of those times.



Mahalo - Thank you
Mahalo Nui Loa – Thank you very much


"Keahi Mogotsi"