ooc. set BEFORE the siege, before the meeting. A kitten. She had... a kitten. It was so much better, now, than when she first found him with Starling. She still didn't have a name for him. He had been so... so tiny, and he still was so tiny; it was so easy to carry him as if a pup. He called her Momma too, and she couldn't break it to him - yet - that she wasn't his momma. Right now, he was dozing - she had taken him a little bit aways, to the river that snaked through the plains. It was a clear patch, thankfully, with no snakes around. She was curled around his little body, licking him and murmuring softly in his ears. He was precious, this little scrap of fur, and she'd not let anyone hurt him. Walk, "Talk" Think

There was something about the world outside his family's den, drawing him out, whispering into sensitive ears of challenges and explorations. So he left again, seeking permission from the parents of course and promising Quake he would share what he ran into while out. There was one thing he wished to learn about, or at least see again and observe from a safe distance. Those moving sticks he had spotted with that big pup, what did he call himself again? Fox? Whatever he was, Qualm wanted to find them again but alone this time so he could be in peace.

That would not be the case, the pup came to a stop as he spotted a red wolf ahead curled up on the ground. What was it doing? His little brows came together in a mix of confusion and annoyance, taking one more step forward but still a few feet away. Tail swung slowly, tip twitching the longer he stood there.

A deep breath and steady nerves allowed the ocean teen to press forward, keeping her calm as she ran through different fight maneuvers in her mind – imagining her first real fight and hoping it could come soon as she always did. She had a light hum about her, a bright attitude for once in her life given her training with Shai had gone rather well, and didn’t require a spar. Sparring with packmates was boring, because she didn’t want to hurt him. She wanted to sink her teeth into something better: an enemy! “Now I think I’m gonna burn in hell. Gonna go and burn the house right down.” She hummed the familiar tune, a victorious anthem she had picked up on from her captors. She hated admitting how much she had learned from those who had kidnapped her as a child, but they had truthfully shaped her very existence, planting seeds in her head that had yet to draw forward. Perhaps this was why she had never felt truly guilty for killing Aquarius… no, pity and guilt were for the weak, were they not. Perhaps saying that would come back to bite her, but she didn’t think she would. The Calypsei that was born to Poseidon and Calypso was dead, and the one raised from the ashes by Zeus and Anora was almost dead too. No, this was the start of a Calypsei shaped by Abaven. She didn't quite notice Lillie and Qualm yet.

A rustle of movement would cause her to lift her head, lips pulling to bare her teeth. If something was out to hurt - she'd blink when she saw the pup, lips falling back over her mouth. She curled more protectively around the little kitten, who let out a soft squeal of protest. She immediately put her head down and licked him softly on the head, before regarding the pup again. Her head tilted to the side. "Shouldn't you be with... your parents, or something?" she questioned, her voice holding a slight edge, not that the pup would notice. "It's dangerous out here," she added, glancing down at the stirring kitten Another voice would have her ears angling towards the taller grasses. It didn't take long for her to find the source; there was only one bright blue wolf in Abaven, after all. "Calypsei," she rumbled, voice holding a warning note. There were two children around. Walk, "Talk" Think

>>He was at it again. Stalking the little kid that he'd found before. He couldn't help himself, Dart loved kids. Probably on the premise that he thought he would never have them...these lands were full of wolves. He hadn't seen another fox since he left three years ago. He slunk along behind the boy, hidden so Qualm didn't know he was being followed, and when the boy stopped he stopped. Peering through the brush, he spotted Lilliana curled around something, his curiosity piqued. Something told him she had something, but it was obvious when he heard the squeak and the edge in her voice at the kid. His ears flattened, tail twitching. That wasn't how you talked to a kid... Popping out of the bush, he walked over and sat a few feet from Lillie, bushy tail wrapping around his feet as he regarded her with a warm smile. "Lighten up, kid didn't do anything to you. What have you got there Lillie?" Crimson gaze peered past her head, the Fox sitting a few feet to her side. He spotted a color that didn't belong to Lillie, and the scent definitely didn't belong to her. "Oh..where'd you find him?" He would ask gently, knowing the girl had a temper.for whatever reason. But he wanted to be friends, not enemies or frenemies...after all, Abaven was about family too. At least, that's what everyone kept preaching. But he knew it in his heart too. "Speak"

He remained standing there, unfazed by the show of teeth the older shewolf put on at the presence of another. She quickly realized he was just a kid, lips falling back into place and curled tighter around whatever was at her belly that he could not see from here. From the squeal at her movement and lowering of her head, Qualm would guess it was a pup or some kid of small animal, since he never heard his sister make such a noise. He wasn't interested enough to try and look though.

She questioned his location, asking if he should be with parents, already he could tell she was trying to get rid of him. Smart for a pup. Eyes narrowed though, tail curling behind his small body and into the open air. ”Shouldn't you?” The shewolf was larger than himself, but she still looked young, nothing like an adult. The danger factor wouldn't deter him either, it was actually giving him a sort of thrill for being out here on his own. ”Your point?” Voice lowered with a faint growl as she growled a name when they heard a voice in the grasses.

When he actually shifted part of his attention away from the girl he could hear a voice somewhere in the grass where they could not see at the moment, eyes narrowing at not knowing who it was or where they were exactly in relation to himself. But then, something popped out and sat a bit away, Qualm immediately frowning at he realized it was that darn fox again. ”You...” He grumbled, angling himself away from the small canine and casting his own eyes someplace else in an attempt to ignore the fox.