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Intended for @Solharr

She has a wish to travel; but thinks it polite to ask. Now she seeks the man who brought her to Forneskja.

Hokulani understands that her father is close by. She will sing Hakumele's praises, beg to see him. Her tail waves at her hocks as plans run through her honeysuckle mind.

She wonders if he has joined a pack. If so, Solharr may know which; after all they must be relatively close, and surely he knows the names of the packs neighbouring them. It does not matter much if her father is alone or with others of course, her message will be the same; 'leave me be you old codger'!

It is time to come of age, and she will have no issue showing Hakumele the warrior she has become.

the chieftain emerges at the call.

through the dense brush, he finds her; you call. he states, tail flicking as he settles his hocks down to the snowy terrain. his thick furs shielding him from the ripples of the snow yanking at his nerves.

what do you seek?

She smiles as the familiar face appears; polite, friendly. That is the impression she intends. I have found why these lands call to me. She speaks, the shake of her tail remaining. My father, his scent is carried on the wind.

She turns her head south-west now. I hear his howls, too. He is close. She speaks, eyes glancing back to Solharr. I'd like to go see him. I become a woman soon, and I need his blessing if I want to take a mate. Such things weren't too important to her, but she speaks with such genuine words that one would never know. It's part of my family's traditions. They are very important to me.

Tradition had never been something she wished to bother with, though some of the stories of what happened to those who strayed did scare her.

She would make the trip whether to gain her father's blessing or to tear his heart from his chest. It was needed for her to be satisfied.

he studied her for a long moment, his golden eye thoughtful as she spoke of her father and the traditions she clung to, or at least claimed to. the wind had shifted, carrying her sincerity—or perhaps her practiced charm—but either way, he would not deny her this.

he must be in moonglow or moonspear, he rumbled, his voice steady. one of the moon villages. if his scent is there, seek him.

his gaze softened slightly, the edge of his tone not unkind but resolute. find what you need, hokulani. but tread carefully. the moon’s light does not always reveal what it hides.

Her smile is wide as he obliges her. Then I'll depart immediately. She says, head turning back to him now. I haven't seen him in moon's now.. I hope you're right. Her voice comes out as a sigh, a child who misses her father dearly.

A bump of her head to his shoulder, and she turned to trot away. Thank you, Solharr, I'll return soon! Whether or not that is the truth, she does not know.

the faintest curve of a smile tugging at his lips as her enthusiasm carried her forward.

safe travels, hokulani, he called after her, his voice warm but edged with the quiet authority of a guardian.“may the moons guide your path, and your father welcome you.

he lingered for a moment, watching as she disappeared into the trees, her figure becoming one with the vast expanse of forneskja’s reach. then, with a deep breath, he turned back to his own path, the forest once again his companion.