Even the gods envy mortals

One might think that she was late, but Kaino had always marched to the beat of her own drum. She was never late, nor early, arriving only when she meant to. The howl rang out, summoning Saxe, summoning kin, and she continued on at the same pace. The meeting would continue without her and she wasn't too worried about it. No doubt the first part of the meeting would be her clan sizing one another up. Tedious, boring stuff. Kaino had never been one for dominance wars and peacocking. That wasn't to say that the woman was weak. Quite the opposite. She was simply more reserved than a traditional Saxe. She watched, she listened, she observed and she came away smarter and with more knowledge than the rest of the boneheads that she was related to.

The fae's thick silver, charcoal and lavender coat, held up well against the cold of the sound. Already she could see lines of tracks in the snow, all moving in the same direction. Following these trails led her straight to the gathering. Nila wouldn't be too far behind. Vibrant eyes of emerald and mint scanned each face, taking a silent tally of who she knew and didn't know. Finally, Kai gave a nod to her uncle Rhazien.

Kaino seated herself, her thick pufftail dusting some of the snow away from her chosen place. She said nothing, only watched as things unfolded as she surmised. The Saxe were ever the raucous, rowdy bunch and they weren't disappointing in that assessment. Didn't the twits realize that they were all on the same side? A sigh brought tendrils of steam ghosting from delicate nares and Kaino continued to observe.