Kildeer Rest nìkeftxo

sega had been checking the caches, the plethora of them scattered upon the edges of the territory. when he came upon this one, ravah’s shape cut clean through the snowlight, but it was the smaller figure beside her that pulled his brow tight.

a boy. too young. too thin. and speaking words meant for family.

sega stepped from the cache’s mouth, snow breaking under his paws as he approached. his gaze slid from ravah to the stranger. standing beside ravah with a dominant claim, he puts his nose to her ear, scenting her.

switching to their native tongue, his voice rumbled low.

who is this you've picked up?