From Whence You Came (pups)

At Maverick's appearance, the female seemed to smile slightly, leaning against the male as he pressed against her. "Mav," She greeted him with an inclination of her had, tail curling slightly as she nudged the other. It had been too long since she'd seen her brother. Brothers, really, for Kamala felt her heart leap in her chest at the site of Valkis. Valkis. The brother that she so rarely saw, the one who seemed to keep to himself more than any of them. How she missed the way they'd been close as pups. But even then, they'd been separated, distanced by something that she wasn't sure she'd ever understand. But she would try. He deserved that much. "Valkis." Her greeting was soft, almost choking in her throat. But no, Kamala wasn't about to let a wolf who didn't know them see her worries.



Ears twitching, Kamala's thoughts returned to the male before him as he spoke of Talutah. Talutah. The name was a familiar one, rolled about in her mind many times. The name of her homeland, the place where they had been born. The place where her parents had perished, where they had nearly done the same. There were happy memories, faded though they were, scents of her parents and her brothers all rolled into one, and a half remembered crimson face that reminded her of Valkis. An even fuzzier image of black and white and then nothing. No, she remembered no conversations. She barely remembered their faces. What kind of daughter was she? Obviously not a very good one.



Still, Kamala was a curious creature. She was ready to learn, eager to learn, even. "My name is Kamala," She paused, glancing towards Valkis. But he seemed inclined to say silent, so with a twitch of her ears she tilted her head slightly in the crimson wolf's direction, "And that is Valkis." Her introductions fell in after Maverick spoke his name, and then she fell silent, waiting to hear what her brother would say.



They were unmarked. But what was a mark? Kamala wanted to know that, but she wanted to know more than that as well. "I would like to know all that you will teach me, Sir." Kamala's voice was almost hesitant, nervous as she gazed at the other male. She was curious about her past. She wanted to do her true parents honor by not forgetting them, by not letting them fade as they were doing already. It wasn't right. She should not forget the wolves who gave her life. Nor, however should she forget the wolves who ensured that she would have a life. Gerhardt and Adette. No matter what she learned, they would always be the ones who had raised her, the ones who had her truest alliances.