Moonspear sêr saethu

No greeting, but Kindle hadn't exactly offered one, either. He was too surprised to find her here, and without any sort of entourage. In general, he thought that wolves ought to travel at least in pairs, but a princess? Shouldn't she have a guard, at least? A handmaid?

It was this unasked question that she answered in three short words. Kindle blinked, not quite emotionally attached enough to Madhuri or her kingdom to feel sorrow, but certainly... Well, he'd seen it! To think that such a pack could fall was, frankly, quite worrying.

"You're my niece," he told her, perhaps a bit shortly. It stung, just a little, that she didn't recognize him — even if he also thought it made sense. "Kindle Morningside. I was introduced to you as Blackbear when I was about four months old."

The family had started calling him Kindle when his fur began to lighten, though it'd stuck around for a while longer than that. Surely, even if she'd made note of him then, it would be difficult to recognize him now. Any hurt he felt was quick to slide away, and (despite how pretty he still found her) was quickly replaced by filial concern.

"Are you hurt?" he asked her, his nose twitching as he investigated the scents on her pelt. She'd traveled far, of course, but by the myriad musk she carried, he knew she must have traveled hastily. "Most of the pack is gone on a hunt, so there's plenty at our last kill. C'mon."

He gestured for her to follow him deeper into the territory, though at a pace slow enough he hoped it wouldn't tax her.