The Warlord moved out into the early evening. A specific task in mind. He wished Keahi to know how much he appreciated her. She had been vigilant in the tasks he had given her, and of work beyond them. She was a wolf he was coming to rely on, and that loyalty needed to be rewarded. With that in mind, he had picked up something specifically for his Diplomat and made his way to the Obelisk. He rested a paw against the cool stone first, his thoughts on all the wolves that had come and gone within the Armada. After a time, the Warlord raised his head. Letting out a summoning call for the wolf. He let his song ring out for a moment, then settled down on his hunches. The Ocelot watched him from the thin grass by the pack’s central piece, and he kept a grim eye on the creature lest it think to slip away. "Speech"

Spring is finally beginning to thaw the winter chill that had settled into Keahi’s bones. It is a welcomed change and the red woman is out basking in the sun on First Light Point. Her eyes are closed and head tilted back toward the sky when a summoning call reaches her ears. Blinking her eyes open, the woman wastes no time standing to moving to where Sirius waits. The trip down the path is uneventful and soon enough, she is trotting up to where the Warlord waits.

A huge smile is on her lips as she moves to Sirius, approaching the man and moving to lovingly bump her head against his shoulder. With fondness in her voice, Keahi greets the man, “Hello Sirius. How can I help you today?” Stepping back, she turns her ocean blue up to his bright gaze and offers him a huge smile. For now, she does not notice the ocelot that waits in the grass nearby because the Warlord has her attention.


"Keahi Mogotsi"

He was not surprised to see her coming down the hill from First Light Point. The two wolves shared a fondness for that spot - it was especially good for watching the storms that rolled in. For a fleeting moment, and for the first time in a few weeks, his heart squeezed. And with that squeeze, he realised he had not felt the pain as much. It was guilt, and not relief, that rolled in with that realisation. It felt wrong not to miss the one woman who had been his life for so long. A few beats passed as Keahi approached, and his que was a little off note before he stirred, and returned her greeting. “Keahi” He said, his voice a little rough before he shook off his emotions. “Actually, it’s something I can do for you. I’ve been sending you off on some trips lately that could easily get dangerous. So I decided to get you a little extra muscle. Look to the grass on your right.” He instructed her. "Speech"

There seems to be a heaviness that hangs around Sirius’s head as she approaches and the red woman offers him a warm smile. The grieving process is a personal journey and there are parts where you can step forward and times when backtrack. A part of Keahi knows that he misses his wife and the tropical born wolf will never fault him for that. No matter how much time passes, Zee will always be in his heart and she understands that there are days when you just miss a person to death. After her own tragic landing in Auster, she too has had to grieve for the lives of her crewmates.

But his sadness does not deter her and Keahi moves to affectionately bump his shoulder. Sirius speaks her name, the emotions that he feels causing the word to be rough and jagged. She stands before him, offering her help and is surprised by his answer. Brows lift as talks about her trips outside pack lands and her smile only grows. While it is true, the red woman would easily wave away the danger in favor of not having him worry. However, she does not get the chance to, as he directs her attention to the grass on her right. Ocean blue eyes quickly track over to the designated area and finds a pair of scared hazel eyes staring back at her.

A soft inhale of air and Keahi’s breath catches in her throat as she takes in the sheer beauty of the crouched creature. Releasing the breath, a single word is pushed out, “Beautiful.” The feline lifts its head from the grass, locking eyes with the woman. They stare deep into each other’s souls, letting the other know who they are without a single word. Finally, the female ocelot stands, her graceful form slipping forward until she is in front of Keahi. The red wolf bows her head and the feline stands so that their foreheads can connect. t is a custom, where she comes from, that when you meet someone, you press your foreheads together and share your breath.

It may seem strange to outsiders but, for the Hawai’ian woman, it is as natural as the exchanging of names. They stay there, eyes closed, foreheads pressed together until they come to an unspoken understanding. With a smile, the ocelot steps back and Keahi looks back up to Sirius. With a soft, gentle voice, she says, “Mahalo Sirius. Mahalo Nui Loa.” She closes the distance between the Warlord and herself as she attempts to hug the taller man. There are times in life when words feel inadequate and this is one of those times.



Mahalo - Thank you
Mahalo Nui Loa – Thank you very much


"Keahi Mogotsi"

He was glad for the chance to draw her attention to other matters. His Diplomat was too perceptive by half. Keahi looked about herself in confusion at his words, and found what he intended in moments. Wolf and Ocelot connected gazes, and even Sirius could see something pass between them. Good, a bond between wolf and companion made everything better. As the Ocelot came forward, and the two greeted in Keahi’s custom, the Warlord hid a smile. He had done well with his pick of companion. The two would look out for each other, and Keahi would have extra support when she was outside of Armada lands. He didn’t expect Keahi to turn her attention back to him so quickly, and was caught by surprise as she drew him into an embrace. He hunched down a little so the smaller wolf could throw her paws around him more easily. He supported her weight without having to think about it, and touched his nose to her neck. He didn’t speak her language, but he understood the gesture. “Of course, Keahi. Your family, after all.” "Speech"