The meeting ended on a promise. She may not have been fond of the distance between herself and gathering opportunities, but what was promised to come in the spring excited her. Soon enough Warja was going to have to head back to the old lands to cart back the rest of her stocks. Moving it a second time in one season made her cringe a little on the inside, but she was hoping she could rope Kismet and maybe one other packmate into helping her. It was all still in bundles from the last trip, so at least she didn't have to pack this time.
The word 'spar' yanked Warja out of her thoughts and caused her head to snap around in search of the person who had said it. She was up for a spar! It took her a moment to find the speaker, but by the time she had, another had stepped up to claim the spot. Damn. Oh well. Perhaps she'd find a sparring partner another time.
In her visual search for the speaker, the young healer had noted a familiar (and very despondent looking) figure. Kassander sat slumped over on the outskirts of the gathering. Warja's ears flicked back in concern. He just looked so...sad. So very different than the last time she'd seen him. Seeking to gently nudge Kismet, she murmured, "Sorry to leave you, but I think I need to talk to a friend of mine."
Warja slowly made her way to Kassander. As she approached she greeted him softly in the hopes of calling his attention away from the dirt where his gaze appeared to be fixed, "Hey Kassander." She then aimed to seat herself just to his left. "I didn't expect to see you here." On the surface the statement was innocuous, but beneath its harmless exterior lurked a purpose. She intended to figure out exactly what was going on with him.
