Kite listened to the sound of a wolf’s approach. Lioness sat between her two front paws, and gave one of them a pat. The signal that the wolf she had called was the one approaching. She perked up, smiling in the direction of the tawny wolf. As Briar nuzzled her, Kite wrapped her paws around the other wolf. She frowned, her senses telling her that the shape of Briar had changed a little. Had she gotten fat? It didn’t seem like a good time to mention it.
“I didn’t bring much” She explained, and she was far too antsy to care about arranging things in any specific way. She wasn’t even sure if she would be spending that much time in the Hallows… she felt Briar move, and let her sister lead her. Here, she heard the older wolf settle down, and Kite did the same. Feeling around until she felt Briar’s forepaws, and propping her head up on one of them. “That’s good. I’m glad you let us visit you” Kite said, trying to go for polite small talk, but she could feel her impatience bubbling up. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something really important. Just you and me, sister-talk. Is that okay?”
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