she'd roused @Alsek from sleep just as the sun was beginning to make its quotidian clamber into the burning sky, quite delighted by the lack of clouds so that there was nothing to hinder the beautiful display the sun performed for them; not quite so breathtaking after witnessing it from the mountain's dizzying perches but spectacular nevertheless. she'd bustled him forth with little tolerance for any bleary eyed protests that may have occurred, simply providing assurance that he would love what she was about to show him. she hadn't really had a chance to properly talk to him about the news on his sister since he'd been delivered that blow and frankly, she was a little terrified. but she couldn't spin tales of bravery and honour and then cower in the face of bladed emotion, even if she was convinced she'd rather take on the entire nightwalkers pack head on than have to dance with loss inflicted grief ever again. but hopefully this would help, that it would remind him that although these horrible things happened and at times it seemed as if the world was but a cruel predator adorned in the finest jewels; it was a place that looked out for the purest of beauty too and that life was still worth fighting for no matter who you had to leave behind in the process. the dead did not need to be humoured, in fact she was certain that they would find themselves enraged at those who wasted what had been robbed from them to linger in the caress of shadow cloaked grief.

and the meadow did not let them down alright, looking out at the scintillating carpet before them, it was hard to believe that this was a place in which anything malicious could occur. flowers varying in all sorts of colour and size winked back at them, roused to vibrance by the gentle rays of light prancing about the meadow, dusting it in the same shades of pink and red that adorned the dusty blue sky. and dew drops sprinkled throughout the land like fallen stars, catching ahold of the light and projecting it forth as its own. she inhales steadily, chin high as the mild breeze gives sprightly tugs at the fur of her chest and she hums "welcome to wapun meadow alsek, the kingdom of flowers" kingdom sounded fitting, and she had discovered the term from collision on the first day that she'd decided she must bring alsek here so, it worked quite well.

muscles find it in them to wholly relax at the unabashed rapture to paint light upon the blackbird's features as he floats forth. her own steps mirroring his and yet remaining one pace behind, content to let him have this moment of solitude with only the sprightly flowers to revere. she herself lets fulgent looks glide appreciatively over the little patch of eden she'd been blessed enough to grow up beside, inhaling the damp air where such wondrous scents thrived. 

ears flick to attention at the exhaled query; brows furrowing a little with thought. vague recollections tickled at her, the relentless babble of the questions she herself would pose to mama and maman when wandering the verdant stretch of land. yet before pondering could gift her a solid word, the child had already pinpointed a specific request and she stepped over; head tilting curiously. that one was familiar! she had surely requested its title herself, no? c'mon....oh! "cloche rose!" she announces, chest puffed with pride- yes! that was certainly it. as chuffed as she was for reclaiming such a memory, it took a moment before she even realised the tongue past visions had lured her into. eyes widen a little, chest hiccuping. it had been so long since he's accidentally slipped into french, and it was endlessly bittersweet to remember the days in which such a mistake was a common occurrence. "my bad that was eh, french. alsek i must teach you french! did you know that wolves from different faraway places sometimes grow up speaking different languages? my mama's spoke different words called french, it's very pretty. but cloche rose..that means, rose bell. i really don't know if that's its proper name or anything or were they just saying what it looks like but then again who gets to decide what an official name for something like that is? rose bell sounds great to me" 

how had she never thought to teach alsek french before? well she supposed after losing her family she'd grown estranged from the language, what it represented too painful to face and then...as time went on she'd had no one to speak it to so it had slowly faded to the background of her busy mind. she'd definitely have to teach him, keep the language alive in their family and- 

she starts at the convivial greeting to stir the air, blinking over to spot a man lingering a little distance away. polaris does not recognise him as a packmate, no, but it only takes confirmation that he does not bear the stench of ursus for her to relax somewhat and cock her head in a curious little bird like motion. "uh good but, i'm sorry i don't believe we've met, right?" oh gosh it would be so embarrassing if she was wrong but if there was one thing polaris could call herself good at, it was remembering faces and she was quite sure this was not one she'd ever interacted with before.

dew sprinkled look slides off to rest upon alsek as he draws up beside her, pleasantly amused grin gracing angular features at the ease of his passed out compliment. when she focuses back on the sandy man it is with unhidden pride, lips still quirked as she awaits his response to the child's very important query. all the while her mind parroting smugly; 'yea this fantastic little guy? myyy brother' 

but- ah, ears flick to attention at the mention of their matriarch, curiosity heightened. so he was a new member of easthollow? completely at ease now, wholly trusting the judgement of valette and therefore confident that this man is nothing less than an ally, head cocks with intrigue as she hums "oh well in that case, pleasure to meet you kincaid! i'm polaris, and this is alsek" leaning back to a sit, keen eyes do not waver as he turns to address the blackbird. and alsek was right, noting with appreciation that this man was adorned in hues touched by beauty. the reach of the freshly awakened sun kissing fire upon an enjoyably ruddy complexion. "mm yes" she replies, rolling shoulders back and casting a look back towards the meadow before announcing "you see i believe that alsek here is going to become the best expert in flowers to have ever existed" there is no lack of genuine zeal to her lilt as she pushes to a stand with a sprightly swish of her plume. by agreeing with the boy, whether he really had even the briefest care for their coruscating little plants or not, he'd planted himself firmly into polaris' good books.

at the carefully posed murmur, the ardour fueling her grin softens, lustrous stare catching ahold of liquid hazel as she relaxes into something more clement. "of course...i'm sure alsek won't mind, right?" part of her did worry on the fact that he'd lost another oppurtunity to delve into thoughts on his missing sister, but maybe right now what he needed most was chipper distraction. god who even knew, she could only fervently hope that he would know to seek her out if he felt he needed it. was that too much of an ask on her part? to kincaid, she'd gesture closer with a soft laugh, assuring "no need to keep your distance, we are pack mates after all! how are you liking easthollow so far?"