never mess with fire or you could just be burnt

Maverick's greeting was a comfort, uncertain though it was. Something about this meeting was a little . . . off. "Mav," Kamala would mutter, pressing herself against her brother. The two would present a solid front to this strange female, hopefully. Together, they would be able to handle this female, though she made Kamala feel a little . . . twitchy, almost. She was a far cry from Fenrir, the wolf that Kamala had only recently welcomed at the border. But Kamala wasn't entirely sure what it was that made her feel on edge. Maybe it was just that Maverick seemed on edge, and that was rubbing off on her. He was her brother, after all.



The sound of her name being spoken by such a foreign figure made Kamala twitch, her ears flicking as she turned her gaze towards the other wolf, inclining her head slightly even as she turned towards the other. However on edge that made her feel, that this stranger knew her name, she would do her best not to let onto it. "Greetings," Kamala spoke lightly, "I am Kamala, you are correct." There, she fell silent, allowing Maverick to speak.



His words were strong, leaving Kamala with little to say, but she nodded all the same, pressing close to her brother. She had missed spending time with him. He was her best friend, after all. And especially now that she hadn't seen Valkis in a little while, she had missed Maverick.