Gyrfalcon's Keep to die a second death

that's right, kun reiterates with a sage nod of his head as ying names off his sisters. his own sibling trio was not as inseparable as they once were as his sisters were pulled from his side to study things other than what he was nudged towards; often times it created a strange sort of envy in kun: that they could titter and giggle about things that had happened during their lessons. things that left him in the dark, especially when neither cared to elaborate.

rusalka; she calls the pack. do you think they have room for one more? kun asks her next, not expecting her to have a definitive answer for him. nevertheless, he is loathe to part from family ...just about as loathe as he is to go thru the arduous process of joining a pack. still, it has snowed since his arrival in these wilds and from the snow already covering the ground this is a regular occurrence. survival on his own doesn't look promising in the thick of winter.