stormy ambitions

As the lateness of the day approached, Lioness paused, and patted at the wolf’s paw. Understanding the signal, Kite pulled her eye coverings up, bunching them around her ears and took in the growing shadows and lateness of the day.

She let out a sigh of relief, that feeling of first seeing the world again as day fell away never seemed to fully leave her. She was mostly nocturnal by necessity, and was just considering what to do with her evening when the strange scent of a stranger washed over her. There was enough Armada - and Bas and Hazel - in the scent to tell her they weren’t a stranger to the pack. She scrunched up her nose in surprise. Did her dumb Nephew pick himself up a stray?

Curious about the nature of this pup, she angled her paws so that they would cross paths. When she did reach them, she almost missed them. A black shadow, so close to the ground her eyes danced right over them at first. It was Lioness who warned her. The cat at her paws nudged her again, angling her attention downwards - and there they were. She scrunched up her nose again. They were so tiny. How did Basilisk not… squish them? He probably sneezed out snot bigger than this pup. "Who are you, than?"


"Kite"