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Kiela

Friends weren't something Kiela tended to have at all, let alone really keep, so Víðarr was quite the exception. She'd connected with him immediately upon meeting him, but each subsequent reunion only furthered her care for the man. "Does that surprise you?" Kiela retorted, the faintest hint of humor reaching her tones. For a woman always so solemn and composed, Víðarr has a way of making her feel strangely playful. In a way, it's a relationship similar to the ones she'd had with her tribemates, back before she'd come to Boreas, the wolves she'd grown up around. He's an equal, and around him she can truly be herself and let down her guard in a way she hasn't since she was a child.

"You are right, it does feel too long. You always know where to find me though," Kiela reminded him gently. Find the caribou and she would never be far away, but she was well aware that he had his own life to live and his path often led him far away from her. She could accept that, but she'd be no less thankful when their paths crossed again.

"Winter was well, but I'm glad it's over. How did it treat you?" Maderakka, the mother of life, had been kind to her and her herd these last few seasons. She was hopeful that spring had just as much goodness in store for the world. Kiela hoped life had been just as kind to Víðarr. "I've been well," she started, noting the way his gaze roved over her, searching for signs that she might be unwell. "The worst that has happened to me is a sprained paw, but that was weeks ago. I hope you've been well, too?" If that was the worst that had happened recently she'd consider herself blessed. The life of a loner was often not a pretty one and she was well aware of that.

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ride to meet your fate

kiela

Kiela