Cold North Winds

Keahi has been off scouting the rise and fall of packs and had taken note that the pirates have shifted leadership and the pack that had been their new neighbors has already fallen. Honestly, the red woman did not mind that one since she had gotten a odd feeling when meeting with the strange man and woman. A shiver races along her spine at the memory of the way the red male had stared at her, his hard gaze judging had hidden… something else. Just as her paws cross into the Col, Sirius’s call reaches her ears and the woman offers a small sigh.

Truthfully, she had been hoping to slip into a nice, hot bath before seeking out Ruga to unwind. But it seems that all that will have to wait. Moving to where her den is, Keahi quickly deposits some items she had bought to share with Ruga on her bed of furs before taking a moment to shake out the dust of her traveling. With that done, she moves to the meeting area, picking out a seat near the back where she can watch the gathered wolves. She offers smiles to those she knows, a respectful and warm bow to Sirius, and makes a note to introduce herself to the new faces. As she settles in, she hopes that the blacksmith will arrive soon and the pair and sit together through the meeting. Damn, how she had missed him.


"Keahi Mogotsi"