Post by Pavane on Oct 14, 2011 15:54:02 GMT -5
Two-River Fork
Niyt - Female Wolf of Cerulean
Maka - Female Wolf
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All journeys eventually come toward a close. Niyt has been gone a long time, in varied company, but now she approaches... well, home. Whatever that is. She's not there yet, but she can hear the splashing of the rivers before her, the distant roar of the waterfall, and though her head is carried low as she winds her way among the reeds, there is a spring to her steps. She comes from the mountain, and she is, for now, alone.
More than one set of paws is finding an end to their journey today, or at least a stopping point. Maka had traveled far from her home to reach the Ute and find her sister, but the call of the winds drove her once more to the far places. Something had told her that it wasn't yet time to settle in, and she had no real interest in living her life beneath her sister's shadow. So, she became a shadow herself, traveling from place to place without settling ties anywhere for very long. Perhaps that might suggest a loner's nature, but no... Maka longed for a home once more. The problem is, she simply had no idea where she might find it.
For now, she settles at the edge of one of the rivers, lowering her head to take a drink. There is something familiar about this territory, as if she had come through here once before. It's no great surprise - she'd been up and down the range over the past two years. The scents of other wolves doesn't even set her alert. Water, and rest, that's what she needs right now.
Niyt passes through the reeds, setting them to rustle faintly in her passage as though she is a tiny gust of wind and the one lone cloud carried with it. The scents of other wolves come to her nose as well; some of them the familiar ones she is returning for, others... less known to her. She pauses atop a small rise, one foot still lifted, and raises her nose as the wind brings her a fragment of that unfamiliar scent, and then lowers the paw to stand firmly and let out a brief howl. I am here; nothing more. She has no need for great speeches. To her family nearby, it will speak of her return. To strangers... it will be an announcement of her presence.
The sound of the howl reaches Maka's ears, causing them to perk even as her head lifts from the water. A pink tongue lightly laps the remains of the droplets from her pale muzzle as those ears move in slow circles, like radar trying to hone in on an exact location. No, there were no familiar scents here. Even when she had passed the Ute lands, there was no sign of her sister. The world had moved on, and Maka had been left behind.
Twitching her nose, Maka pushes up onto her feet and gives her fur a small shake, causing the black over white of her guard-hairs to shift slightly. Shaking a bit of mud off of one back paw, she makes her way through the grasses that line along the river, moving quietly towards where she figures the sound had come from. She watches Niyt for a moment, and then cocks her head to the side before poking her head out. "You have a beautiful howl." She notes, as if this were the normal way to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. "Are you part of a pack? I'd hate to be poaching off of claimed lands." Especially, as once she emerges from the grasses, it becomes clear that Maka is not a large wolf at all. She certainly wouldn't stand much of a chance against most fighters.
When Maka first emerges from the grass, Niyt's gaze doesn't turn in that direction. Odd. When the other wolf speaks, her head does turn, and the reason why becomes clear. There's something wrong with her eyes; they seem covered by thick fog, and don't focus on anything. Even now, she stares blankly into the middle distance, almost but not quite aligned with the position of Maka. Aside from that strange and somewhat disconcerting part, she seems friendly, for she smiles at the compliment to her howl and ducks her head slightly, then lifts it again. "Thank you," she says. "Though you should have heard my mother. She was a Singer." Apparently, that was a perfectly reasonable start to a conversation. At the question from the other, she nods. "I have a pack, yes. Cerulean. I wouldn't expect to see them quite this far north, though." At least, not normally. With her howl of greeting... who knows? Still, this land is not - to her knowledge - claimed.
Maka's own eyes blink as she takes in the apperance of the other wolf. Something about those eyes. She takes a few steps forward out of the grass, and then flops herself onto her rear end, leaning over to scratch at an annoying itch at her neck. She doesn't seem to feel threatened by encountering a stranger, not in the least. In fact, when Niyt replies to her comment about the howl, Maka's muzzle breaks into a small toothy smile. "It's been a while since I've heard another howl. Not since I passed over the mountains." She stays seated for a time, perhaps figuring it's as non-threatening a posture as she can manage. The mention of Cerulean catches her ears. "Ahh. I've heard of them. I thought this territory looked familiar." Her tail thumps against the ground. "So... if they don't go this far North, why are you up here?"
As strangers go, Niyt is a rather nonthreatening one besides. She can't see the postures the other wolf adopts, but she has become rather skilled at reading tones of voice, and that's enough to make her smile in return. After a few moments, she sits herself, a more or less unrelated gesture - but, hey. If she's going to have a conversation - as it seems she is - she might as well be comfortable. At Maka's question of her presence, she gives a huff of breath that's somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle. "I've been gone from my pack," she answers simply. "For... quite a while now, I suppose, if you count everything that's happened." Now it is a sigh, as she thinks back and realizes just how little her pack has been together, this past half-year.
The other wolf is quiet for a time, perhaps thinking over just what she should or shouldn't say to a stranger. It's been a long time since she hadn't just been chased away out of someone else's territory, so some of her graces of conversation have gotten a bit rusty. "I guess you could say the same for me. Although... I can't say I've ever really called any pack home for long." She rolls her shoulders, letting the tension ease out of them from her long travel. But it is the rest of what Niyt says that catches her attention. "Everything that's happened?" She asks, curiousity in her voice.
Niyt nods to Maka's reply, and her head tilts with curiosity at the mention of never having had a home for long. Her vision may be lacking, but that must not have always been true, for she has the gestures of a sighted wolf. Whatever she might ask about Maka's past is sidetracked by the other question, and she lowers her head for a moment before she answers. "This has been a troubling year for my pack. My mother died of sickness in the summer, and my little brother was stolen away from us. I have been traveling many moons, to seek for him and to deal with those who took him. It is done, now. We have only... to continue on from here."
As if she were averse to sitting still for too long, Maka gets to her feet. While keen ears would hear the subtle shifting of pawsteps, the wolf is fairly quiet. Her way of moving could almost be stealthy, if it weren't so effortless. "A sad story." Maka admits, walking over to a nearby tree, where she rubs herself against it, letting the bark get rid of some loose fur. "Is that what happened to your eyes?" She asks, although she doesn't seem embarassed as some might be to question such a thing. "You can't see well, can you?" Maka's head tilts as she leans her face forward, taking a step or two towards Niyt as if trying to guage if she had any sight at all.
Niyt's ears do flick to the sounds of motion from time to time. Perhaps there's a little truth in what they say about the other senses compensating for the others, though even Niyt doesn't hear all of them. She laughs at the question. "I can't see at all," she answers without any sign of offense. "That's not new, though. My sight was gone by the end of my first winter." She doesn't volunteer a reason why, though; in fact, she changes the subject somewhat. "So what of you? What is it that has kept you wandering?"
When she finally gets closer and notices no real response from those milky eyes, Maka relents and settles down again. Unlike some, she seems to have a great deal of energy that takes quite a bit of effort to keep under control. When Niyt changes the subject, she seems to let the discussion drop. Afterall, everyone had their secrets, and she certainly is no one to be trusted. A wandering loner - it's a surprise that she's even being talked to like this. Then again, perhaps the blind wolf has her own reasons.
"Hmm. Different reasons, I guess." Her ears fold back. "The pack I was born into was taken over by outsiders. My sister left rather than serve the new alphas. I came seasons later to find her. She became an alpha here, of Ute." She hesitates, then continues with a breath. "So, I left rather than live as the alpha's little sister. I'd rather be a shadow than live in her's. So... I've been traveling ever since." Her tail thumps. "I'm Maka, by the way."
Niyt tilts her head, listening, then nods. "I am Niyt," she replies with a smile. "I know of Ute. We are friends to them." There's a moment's pause, and then she speaks again in a somewhat softer tone. "If you have been away, you may not have heard. Their alphas have changed, this past year. The old ones - Hahtalekin and Wyanet - are dead." It's possible that Maka is the sister to some other Ute alpha, not Wyanet, but... Niyt rather suspects otherwise; and for all Maka has been away, there's a difference between seeking independence and not caring about one's family.
At first, she doesn't respond to the introduction, but only nods and folds her ears back solemnly. It's a moment before she realizes that the other wolf can't actually see the nod, so she speaks up. "I know. The scents are different now. I knew they were gone when I passed through." Her voice, which had been more spirited up until now, loses a bit of that and slides into a sadder tone. "I guess that's why I haven't gone back there. There isn't much left for me in Ute." She lets out a breath, and it comes out more as a huff. Then, she realizes that she's brooding and takes a deep breath. "Anyways, nice to meet you, Niyt." Then, she doesn't seem to know what else to say, and is quiet for a time.
Niyt nods gently when Maka puts into words her knowledge, and lowers her head. She didn't intend to nudge an open wound, so much as make certain the other knew; but it has the same effect. She knows that pain, though, or at least ones close to it, and her pose is sympathetic. "Reminders are... sometimes good, and sometimes otherwise," she offers gently, and then lifts her head a little as Maka strives toward cheerful tones again, and smiles. "It's nice to meet you, as well. Do you expect to be staying around here for long?"
The muzzle that Niyt can't see forms a small, wan smile as if she were trying to keep her own spirits up. Maka had never been the type to let things get her down for too long. She's a survivor, and even this can't really slow her down. "My sister's legacy lives on. I've yet to find my own." There is some amusement in her voice, still tinged with that sadness, but she seems relatively back to normal. "I'm not really sure where I plan on going. I've been up and down this side of the range. The cold has cut off the passages through the mountains, so I'm probably stuck here at least until Spring." She looks skyward, nose twitching with an intake of breath, as if trying to sent out if snow would be coming soon. "And you're heading home?"
Legacies. Histories. The past and the present, the packs that were and the packs that are yet to come. Niyt nods, though her muzzle quirks up strangely at the word 'home'. What is home? The ancestral packlands? The place where she was born? The place what is left of her pack now dwells? The intent is clear enough, though, and it is to that intent she says, "Yes." She's quiet for a moment, regarding Maka with those senses she yet has, and then she speaks again. "Winter is a difficult time to hunt alone, and we are fewer than we once were. If you wished it, perhaps you could hunt with us until the mountains thaw."
All the meanings of home get muddled for Maka as well. She'd had two packs thus far, and neither of them could really fit that title, that place in her heart. But the offer to hunt with yet a third pack does cause her ears to perk. "Would there really be enough food to fill the belly of an outsider?" She asks, sounding a little dubious. "I mean, I can pull my own weight in a hunt, but... most would save the meat to fill their own stomachs." She'd scavanged to survive these past winters, stealing off of long abandoned carcasses and catching small prey. "Besides..." She starts, still not sounding too sure, "I'm guessing it's up to your alphas if they'd let some freeloader tag along."
"To chase the prey is one thing. To find it is another," answers Niyt. "If you call our pack to hunt one elk - perhaps two deer - that we would not have found otherwise, that may be enough to balance what meat we share with you." Maybe she's guessed something about Maka's nature from the way she hears the other wolf shifting all over - when she manages to hear her at all. At the mention of the alphas, she smiles. "Our alpha is Tariro. If you wish me to speak to him on your behalf, I can; or arrange a meeting between the two of you. He has a kind nature."
"Hmm." Maka seems to consider this logic, and then she nods her head. Again, it takes her a moment to realize that it is a silly response, and she speaks up. "I'm pretty quick, and I'm quiet. I can scout through the woods, or chase things down from far away." There is a hint of pride that comes into her voice. For a wolf who isn't very big or strong, she has to be at least glad that her other talents help to make up for that. In some packs, a runt like her wouldn't be wanted at all, and some alphas wouldn't even bother to see how she'd managed to survive all these years without the size and strength advantage. "If you could, I'd appreciate it. At the very least, even if he refuses, I could at least ask the range of your pack so I can avoid it. I'm guessing I could poach off of Ute land without too much reprisal if I had to." Afterall, she's fairly sure Wyanet's children now ruled that pack, and they wouldn't be too likely to kill an aunt, would they?
"A quick wolf can have many advantages," replies Niyt with a smile, and nods. She speaks as though she's familiar with that sort, and knows of those advantages first-hand. A good sign that others of her pack will be inclined similarly. "I will speak to him. Until then..." She pauses, and frowns slightly. "I do not know exactly what the borders have become since I left. If you remain to the northern side of the waterfall-river, it should at least not be so deep into Cerulean's lands that any will take offense." Pack-borders can sometimes be fluid things, especially when the pack in question fluctuates in size, and she has been gone for long enough that her uncle Tariro might have changed his patrols since last she knew. Still, she can't remember a time when they claimed land above the river. It should be safe enough, right?
Maka lifts herself to her feet once more, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. "Alright. I'll remain there, then. If nothing else, I'll recognise your howl." She had a good ear for those sorts of things. "Do you... need someone to walk you as far as your borders?" She asks, hesitantly, unsure if even asking such a thing would come as offensive. "I mean, I can go at least that far, make sure nothing bothers you."
Niyt nods her agreement. Introductions will be made, and all will be well. "I'll call for you, when the time comes," she says. At the offer of help, she smiles. She's had time to learn how to adapt to her lack of sight - and to recognize all the well-meaning things that people do because of it. "I don't need the help," she says without rancor, "-but I wouldn't mind the company. It's nice to hear a friendly voice."
Niyt - Female Wolf of Cerulean
Maka - Female Wolf
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All journeys eventually come toward a close. Niyt has been gone a long time, in varied company, but now she approaches... well, home. Whatever that is. She's not there yet, but she can hear the splashing of the rivers before her, the distant roar of the waterfall, and though her head is carried low as she winds her way among the reeds, there is a spring to her steps. She comes from the mountain, and she is, for now, alone.
More than one set of paws is finding an end to their journey today, or at least a stopping point. Maka had traveled far from her home to reach the Ute and find her sister, but the call of the winds drove her once more to the far places. Something had told her that it wasn't yet time to settle in, and she had no real interest in living her life beneath her sister's shadow. So, she became a shadow herself, traveling from place to place without settling ties anywhere for very long. Perhaps that might suggest a loner's nature, but no... Maka longed for a home once more. The problem is, she simply had no idea where she might find it.
For now, she settles at the edge of one of the rivers, lowering her head to take a drink. There is something familiar about this territory, as if she had come through here once before. It's no great surprise - she'd been up and down the range over the past two years. The scents of other wolves doesn't even set her alert. Water, and rest, that's what she needs right now.
Niyt passes through the reeds, setting them to rustle faintly in her passage as though she is a tiny gust of wind and the one lone cloud carried with it. The scents of other wolves come to her nose as well; some of them the familiar ones she is returning for, others... less known to her. She pauses atop a small rise, one foot still lifted, and raises her nose as the wind brings her a fragment of that unfamiliar scent, and then lowers the paw to stand firmly and let out a brief howl. I am here; nothing more. She has no need for great speeches. To her family nearby, it will speak of her return. To strangers... it will be an announcement of her presence.
The sound of the howl reaches Maka's ears, causing them to perk even as her head lifts from the water. A pink tongue lightly laps the remains of the droplets from her pale muzzle as those ears move in slow circles, like radar trying to hone in on an exact location. No, there were no familiar scents here. Even when she had passed the Ute lands, there was no sign of her sister. The world had moved on, and Maka had been left behind.
Twitching her nose, Maka pushes up onto her feet and gives her fur a small shake, causing the black over white of her guard-hairs to shift slightly. Shaking a bit of mud off of one back paw, she makes her way through the grasses that line along the river, moving quietly towards where she figures the sound had come from. She watches Niyt for a moment, and then cocks her head to the side before poking her head out. "You have a beautiful howl." She notes, as if this were the normal way to strike up a conversation with a complete stranger. "Are you part of a pack? I'd hate to be poaching off of claimed lands." Especially, as once she emerges from the grasses, it becomes clear that Maka is not a large wolf at all. She certainly wouldn't stand much of a chance against most fighters.
When Maka first emerges from the grass, Niyt's gaze doesn't turn in that direction. Odd. When the other wolf speaks, her head does turn, and the reason why becomes clear. There's something wrong with her eyes; they seem covered by thick fog, and don't focus on anything. Even now, she stares blankly into the middle distance, almost but not quite aligned with the position of Maka. Aside from that strange and somewhat disconcerting part, she seems friendly, for she smiles at the compliment to her howl and ducks her head slightly, then lifts it again. "Thank you," she says. "Though you should have heard my mother. She was a Singer." Apparently, that was a perfectly reasonable start to a conversation. At the question from the other, she nods. "I have a pack, yes. Cerulean. I wouldn't expect to see them quite this far north, though." At least, not normally. With her howl of greeting... who knows? Still, this land is not - to her knowledge - claimed.
Maka's own eyes blink as she takes in the apperance of the other wolf. Something about those eyes. She takes a few steps forward out of the grass, and then flops herself onto her rear end, leaning over to scratch at an annoying itch at her neck. She doesn't seem to feel threatened by encountering a stranger, not in the least. In fact, when Niyt replies to her comment about the howl, Maka's muzzle breaks into a small toothy smile. "It's been a while since I've heard another howl. Not since I passed over the mountains." She stays seated for a time, perhaps figuring it's as non-threatening a posture as she can manage. The mention of Cerulean catches her ears. "Ahh. I've heard of them. I thought this territory looked familiar." Her tail thumps against the ground. "So... if they don't go this far North, why are you up here?"
As strangers go, Niyt is a rather nonthreatening one besides. She can't see the postures the other wolf adopts, but she has become rather skilled at reading tones of voice, and that's enough to make her smile in return. After a few moments, she sits herself, a more or less unrelated gesture - but, hey. If she's going to have a conversation - as it seems she is - she might as well be comfortable. At Maka's question of her presence, she gives a huff of breath that's somewhere between a sigh and a chuckle. "I've been gone from my pack," she answers simply. "For... quite a while now, I suppose, if you count everything that's happened." Now it is a sigh, as she thinks back and realizes just how little her pack has been together, this past half-year.
The other wolf is quiet for a time, perhaps thinking over just what she should or shouldn't say to a stranger. It's been a long time since she hadn't just been chased away out of someone else's territory, so some of her graces of conversation have gotten a bit rusty. "I guess you could say the same for me. Although... I can't say I've ever really called any pack home for long." She rolls her shoulders, letting the tension ease out of them from her long travel. But it is the rest of what Niyt says that catches her attention. "Everything that's happened?" She asks, curiousity in her voice.
Niyt nods to Maka's reply, and her head tilts with curiosity at the mention of never having had a home for long. Her vision may be lacking, but that must not have always been true, for she has the gestures of a sighted wolf. Whatever she might ask about Maka's past is sidetracked by the other question, and she lowers her head for a moment before she answers. "This has been a troubling year for my pack. My mother died of sickness in the summer, and my little brother was stolen away from us. I have been traveling many moons, to seek for him and to deal with those who took him. It is done, now. We have only... to continue on from here."
As if she were averse to sitting still for too long, Maka gets to her feet. While keen ears would hear the subtle shifting of pawsteps, the wolf is fairly quiet. Her way of moving could almost be stealthy, if it weren't so effortless. "A sad story." Maka admits, walking over to a nearby tree, where she rubs herself against it, letting the bark get rid of some loose fur. "Is that what happened to your eyes?" She asks, although she doesn't seem embarassed as some might be to question such a thing. "You can't see well, can you?" Maka's head tilts as she leans her face forward, taking a step or two towards Niyt as if trying to guage if she had any sight at all.
Niyt's ears do flick to the sounds of motion from time to time. Perhaps there's a little truth in what they say about the other senses compensating for the others, though even Niyt doesn't hear all of them. She laughs at the question. "I can't see at all," she answers without any sign of offense. "That's not new, though. My sight was gone by the end of my first winter." She doesn't volunteer a reason why, though; in fact, she changes the subject somewhat. "So what of you? What is it that has kept you wandering?"
When she finally gets closer and notices no real response from those milky eyes, Maka relents and settles down again. Unlike some, she seems to have a great deal of energy that takes quite a bit of effort to keep under control. When Niyt changes the subject, she seems to let the discussion drop. Afterall, everyone had their secrets, and she certainly is no one to be trusted. A wandering loner - it's a surprise that she's even being talked to like this. Then again, perhaps the blind wolf has her own reasons.
"Hmm. Different reasons, I guess." Her ears fold back. "The pack I was born into was taken over by outsiders. My sister left rather than serve the new alphas. I came seasons later to find her. She became an alpha here, of Ute." She hesitates, then continues with a breath. "So, I left rather than live as the alpha's little sister. I'd rather be a shadow than live in her's. So... I've been traveling ever since." Her tail thumps. "I'm Maka, by the way."
Niyt tilts her head, listening, then nods. "I am Niyt," she replies with a smile. "I know of Ute. We are friends to them." There's a moment's pause, and then she speaks again in a somewhat softer tone. "If you have been away, you may not have heard. Their alphas have changed, this past year. The old ones - Hahtalekin and Wyanet - are dead." It's possible that Maka is the sister to some other Ute alpha, not Wyanet, but... Niyt rather suspects otherwise; and for all Maka has been away, there's a difference between seeking independence and not caring about one's family.
At first, she doesn't respond to the introduction, but only nods and folds her ears back solemnly. It's a moment before she realizes that the other wolf can't actually see the nod, so she speaks up. "I know. The scents are different now. I knew they were gone when I passed through." Her voice, which had been more spirited up until now, loses a bit of that and slides into a sadder tone. "I guess that's why I haven't gone back there. There isn't much left for me in Ute." She lets out a breath, and it comes out more as a huff. Then, she realizes that she's brooding and takes a deep breath. "Anyways, nice to meet you, Niyt." Then, she doesn't seem to know what else to say, and is quiet for a time.
Niyt nods gently when Maka puts into words her knowledge, and lowers her head. She didn't intend to nudge an open wound, so much as make certain the other knew; but it has the same effect. She knows that pain, though, or at least ones close to it, and her pose is sympathetic. "Reminders are... sometimes good, and sometimes otherwise," she offers gently, and then lifts her head a little as Maka strives toward cheerful tones again, and smiles. "It's nice to meet you, as well. Do you expect to be staying around here for long?"
The muzzle that Niyt can't see forms a small, wan smile as if she were trying to keep her own spirits up. Maka had never been the type to let things get her down for too long. She's a survivor, and even this can't really slow her down. "My sister's legacy lives on. I've yet to find my own." There is some amusement in her voice, still tinged with that sadness, but she seems relatively back to normal. "I'm not really sure where I plan on going. I've been up and down this side of the range. The cold has cut off the passages through the mountains, so I'm probably stuck here at least until Spring." She looks skyward, nose twitching with an intake of breath, as if trying to sent out if snow would be coming soon. "And you're heading home?"
Legacies. Histories. The past and the present, the packs that were and the packs that are yet to come. Niyt nods, though her muzzle quirks up strangely at the word 'home'. What is home? The ancestral packlands? The place where she was born? The place what is left of her pack now dwells? The intent is clear enough, though, and it is to that intent she says, "Yes." She's quiet for a moment, regarding Maka with those senses she yet has, and then she speaks again. "Winter is a difficult time to hunt alone, and we are fewer than we once were. If you wished it, perhaps you could hunt with us until the mountains thaw."
All the meanings of home get muddled for Maka as well. She'd had two packs thus far, and neither of them could really fit that title, that place in her heart. But the offer to hunt with yet a third pack does cause her ears to perk. "Would there really be enough food to fill the belly of an outsider?" She asks, sounding a little dubious. "I mean, I can pull my own weight in a hunt, but... most would save the meat to fill their own stomachs." She'd scavanged to survive these past winters, stealing off of long abandoned carcasses and catching small prey. "Besides..." She starts, still not sounding too sure, "I'm guessing it's up to your alphas if they'd let some freeloader tag along."
"To chase the prey is one thing. To find it is another," answers Niyt. "If you call our pack to hunt one elk - perhaps two deer - that we would not have found otherwise, that may be enough to balance what meat we share with you." Maybe she's guessed something about Maka's nature from the way she hears the other wolf shifting all over - when she manages to hear her at all. At the mention of the alphas, she smiles. "Our alpha is Tariro. If you wish me to speak to him on your behalf, I can; or arrange a meeting between the two of you. He has a kind nature."
"Hmm." Maka seems to consider this logic, and then she nods her head. Again, it takes her a moment to realize that it is a silly response, and she speaks up. "I'm pretty quick, and I'm quiet. I can scout through the woods, or chase things down from far away." There is a hint of pride that comes into her voice. For a wolf who isn't very big or strong, she has to be at least glad that her other talents help to make up for that. In some packs, a runt like her wouldn't be wanted at all, and some alphas wouldn't even bother to see how she'd managed to survive all these years without the size and strength advantage. "If you could, I'd appreciate it. At the very least, even if he refuses, I could at least ask the range of your pack so I can avoid it. I'm guessing I could poach off of Ute land without too much reprisal if I had to." Afterall, she's fairly sure Wyanet's children now ruled that pack, and they wouldn't be too likely to kill an aunt, would they?
"A quick wolf can have many advantages," replies Niyt with a smile, and nods. She speaks as though she's familiar with that sort, and knows of those advantages first-hand. A good sign that others of her pack will be inclined similarly. "I will speak to him. Until then..." She pauses, and frowns slightly. "I do not know exactly what the borders have become since I left. If you remain to the northern side of the waterfall-river, it should at least not be so deep into Cerulean's lands that any will take offense." Pack-borders can sometimes be fluid things, especially when the pack in question fluctuates in size, and she has been gone for long enough that her uncle Tariro might have changed his patrols since last she knew. Still, she can't remember a time when they claimed land above the river. It should be safe enough, right?
Maka lifts herself to her feet once more, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. "Alright. I'll remain there, then. If nothing else, I'll recognise your howl." She had a good ear for those sorts of things. "Do you... need someone to walk you as far as your borders?" She asks, hesitantly, unsure if even asking such a thing would come as offensive. "I mean, I can go at least that far, make sure nothing bothers you."
Niyt nods her agreement. Introductions will be made, and all will be well. "I'll call for you, when the time comes," she says. At the offer of help, she smiles. She's had time to learn how to adapt to her lack of sight - and to recognize all the well-meaning things that people do because of it. "I don't need the help," she says without rancor, "-but I wouldn't mind the company. It's nice to hear a friendly voice."