What you have...

[Althaea]

Crooked Brook

Niyt f. Wolf
Tariro m. Wolf

Rolfgar m. Wolf

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With the spring, the ice along the river has melted, and now the water burbles with cheerful noises. Along the water's edge walks a female wolf. Niyt is quiet, though her ears perk to the brook's babbling, to the sound of the wind as it stirs the branches. She is far from Cerulean's territory, and her pace is unhurried; in time, she will reach what it is that has drawn her here. In time... There's a stronger gust of wind, ruffling through her fur, and she lifts her head to it, sniffing the breeze. She frowns, perplexed, and lets out a soft wurf.

A beam of light creates the most beautiful of sights, cascading against the watery brook and slicing through the shadows that blanket the riverbank. Drapping over the brook a curtain of low lying limbs bounce in the wind, the rustle of its leaves echoing against den walls. Stepping from the deeps of the den, Tariro emerges from the shadows, his white pelt a mess and discolored in a smiget of red across the head. A yawn and stretch in his steps, he moves up to the brook. Settling at the banks edge, Tar shakes his coat before dipping his head to drink; dunking his head into its flow clearing the depree from the not yet healed portions of his wound.

The beauty of the view goes unseen by Niyt, her fog-covered eyes blind to it, as they are to wolf before her. She hears his motion, and smells a wolf before her. "You have a familiar sort of scent," says Niyt without preamble, her head tilted to the side and curious. Scents are an imprecise sort of thing; it is not by smell alone that she distinguishes her pack, but by something more - the touch of their spirits. Tariro's spirit has changed; things forgotten, new ones gained. The feel of it is different; not one she recognizes. There's something to the scent, though... A familial similarity. "Were you of Viridian?"

Tariro picks his head from the waters when his breath fails, enhaling deep. Water dripping from the hairs of his face, he folds his ears back shacking out. The wind through a now damped caot sends a shiver over the wolfs form- it was a good feeling compared to the warmth of the den. Taking heed to the voice that breaks through the calm, he peers up; the female there an unexpected sight. Viridian was a name he hadn't heard in a long time, one of the few things still familiar to him. "One of the last." Is given in response, pushing up to a stand.

Niyt smiles, nodding at the answer she receives. She thought there was something familiar! Her blind eyes stare past the other wolf, her ears perking to track his position. "My father was of Viridian, back before I was born." she says. "I'm Niyt. It's nice to meet you...?"

Before giving the female to much of his attention, Tariro steps to the den, keeping ear of the young life that sleeps within. Quiet, he shifts back to the she-wolf whos next words strike some curiosity. Her father was of Viridian.. hmm. Perking his ears to the name now given to him he nods. "Its an honor and a pleasure." Climbing up the bank to Niyt's level, a more detailed appearence presented to him, its there that he notices something about her- something he cant quite explain. "My name is Tar." He announces. "Your fathers name wouldn't happen to be Shag would it?"

A wolf, who was of Viridian, named... Tar. Niyt's ears perk with curiosity, and there's a cant of perplexment to her head. Her nose twitches, drawing in more of that scent as the other draws closer. Perhaps he's a cousin? There was that son of her uncle's, Hywel, who died... did he have kids before then? But no, this wolf is clearly older than that from his scent. Some other relation, then... but the other name he gives is also a quite familiar one! She smiles. "It would. Shag is my father, and Alaqua was my mother."

Tariro was told his brother had pups but never expected to come across one so soon, especially one so grown. The perplexity of the situation was a surprising one upon hearing that her father's name is Shag. "My brothers name was Shag too.." Though the name she gives as her mothers draws a blank.

Niyt settles herself down to a seated position, curling her tail around her legs. "Was it," she says. "My father had... has, a brother, named Tariro." And here she is, speaking to a Tar. A long moment of thought from Shag's grown child, her head tilted in thought as her nose twitches to that scent. "My grandparents on that side were Friti and Cottonpaws." All that time listening to family history is proving somewhat useful, now.

Ignorant of everything ahead of him, wary of everything behind; slowly following the brook, the remains of his ears lain back, comes a horribly miserable sight. Rolfgar, aware of his miserableness, is too busy wallowing in his own lanky, unfed state at the moment to really pay attention to his surrounding past the creek, which, as he trots along on long, lean, fur-missing-in-places legs, he watches for sight of frog of fish. His stomach is angry at him at the moment, but what can he do with such a beast when all he can find are -- frogs, like the one he pauses to pounce at with forepaws splashing into the creek and jaws snapping up the crunchy amphibean. Following a river was a good idea for supplying water! .. food? Not so much.

Listening to the younger wolf Tariro hmms and is starting to become confused by what he knows and whats being presented to him. Tail flicking his brows raise to his name being used at a whole and he smiles. This was the neice Coinin spoke of not a day before, or least he thinks it is. "They were my parents as well.. Tariro is also my full name." He claims "If what I'm getting is right, your father is my brother making you me neice?" This whole remembering thing makes his head hurt, a headache thats fed by the misfortunes that have lead him to predicament in the first place. The splashing of the creek is given little attention thinking it to be the sloshing of the brook.

Niyt's ears flick to the sound of splashing, but it's hard to tell the difference between that and the normal music of the brook. Besides; there's a mystery here, for why does this familiar-scented and apparently familially linked (for all the relatives line up!) feel so different to her sensitive heart? And just... "What are you doing up here?" she asks. If this is her uncle Tariro... what brings him so far from the pack's lands this time? And if not... why is he claiming that name and identity?

Crunchy frogs are good. But voices nearby draw Rolf's attention and he looks toward the two, far better fed wolves with a sudden gulp, nearly choking on the frog as he realizes there are other wolves nearby. He licks his chops a little, and then crouches slightly into the ground, back end dipping, tail tucking 'twixt his legs as he utters a chirpy whine and speaks up, supposing he'd better let him know he's there lest they think he a spy. "H-Hullo, uh, I'm not tresspassing am I, I mean not intentionally, and uhm, stuff, I mean, I'm just following the water and uhm.. uh."

"What do you mean?" He lived here did he not? It was an odd question to the white wolf who apparently thinks he lives in the brookside den instead of the fork where the rest of his pack claims to be. "I live here with my family." A quick look is given to the den before an ear perks to another voice. Looking down river the unmistakeable form of a malnourished wolf is found. Head tilting he blinks.. was he another of, well.. the pack? "Uh.. no. Not really." If Tar went with what he knows the stranger wolf would be tresspassing but since he isn't sure about anything more his answer remains a no. "You dont need to.." Looking to Niyt momentarily he offers, "You can come join us if you want."

Well, Niyt didn't think it was a strange question, but apparently Tariro found it so. The grey wolf frowns slightly, then tilts her head as she hears the sound of Rolf's hesitant greeting. "The water may lead to many places," she answers him. "I will not argue with it." So apparently it's okay by her? In any case, her attention returns to the wolf who may or may not be her uncle. Who apparently remembers a wolf who might be her father, but... not much else. She hurms. Well... didn't her own father take to wandering? Perhaps he was merely starting early, and now her uncle's gone to do the same. Such is his right, she supposes, but... Still! Family must means pups, and... "All those years playing with your brother's children, and you hide away our cousins?" she asks, tone half teasing, half hurt.

Ears back, and the fore of his body dipping to meet with his flank, the stranger wolf Rolf creeps toward the two far less scruffy-looking wolves, and stops only a few feet away, looking between them. "Ah.. h-uhm. H-hello. My name is uh.. My name is Rolfgar, but you can call me Rolf," he remarks, keeping low to the ground. Something seems up between these two-- the female is... related to the male? Cousins? Huh. He gulps. "It er, sounds like uhm, y-you two are having a small.. problem. M-may a stranger offer an u-unbiased opinion..?"

"I.. uh." Now she's gone and done it. He may not be able to remember much but he knows when he's done something regrettable. Eyes to the ground he exhales into a frown. "I did know." Ever since waking up buried in the snow, Tariro's come to notice he's been unable to figure out one thing- why. Why he was out here alone.. why he needed a den.. why everyone seemed to know him.. Silence took him as he glances back to the nearing wolf. Problem? Only problem he had was why he couldn't remember anything past leaving Viridian with his brother. "You want to see her?" If anything, should whats been said be true, he can at least try to play the part. Maybe things will start to become familiar.

Such as Niyt's seeing is. She smiles at Tariro's offer, though. "I should like to meet her, yes." A moment's pause, for there's definitely something strange about this wolf, for all his familiar scent. "If you don't mind." To Rolf, she smiles. "More a trail of questions, I think. Little unknown leaves blowing in the wind. But if the wind's brought something for you to say, I'll listen to it." As she does, she rises to her feet again, curious about this perhaps-her-uncle's-pup.

Rolfgar eh-hehs nervously. "Well uh, if this wolf is your.. relation, he does not seem to.. remember it, miss," he says, softly, to Niyt, "Perhaps he uhm. He has been injured at some point, and this injury has taken his memory away." he looks to Tariro, then, and offers, "You uh, you have a child nearby, and this she-wolf seems to be your relation. Perhaps she uh, she should come to live with you, and could take care of your pup, so she can see her.. cousin? And your mate and you can take a rest. That way she is happy, you and your mate can be happy, and perhaps being around her may help you.. remember.. things."

Even when Tariro could remember there was always one thing he'd forget adn that was abouts Niyt's sight. Guess thats his fault for not spending enough time with her during her later years. A smile, dispite his faults, meets Niyt as she stands. Shifting to turn back to the riverbank, he stops, flicking an ear to Rolf. He did have a few unexplained injuries; was that really the cause of his dementia? Looking to the wolf he thinks over the suggestion and isn't sure what to think. If Niyt really was related he'd accept her but what if she's not.. He say nothing thinking it over.

Niyt listens to Rolfgar's suggestion, and smiles. "I wouldn't mind helping to care for a pup, but it's not just me. My brother Anoki, my uncle Lexus and his mate... I could hardly leave them. But there's still something to that. We could all come together. Rayen's going to have pups too; I'm sure they'd enjoy someone else to play with." She smiles, with a touch of sadness. "Cerulean did come from Viridian and Lazuli, after all." And if her uncle can remember no more than his Viridian days, well... there's still a place for him. "Coinin won't mind, I'm sure." For, if this is her uncle Tariro... he is broken, somehow. A broken wolf is still welcomed in Cerulean, to Niyt's mind... but not as alpha. That's one of the reasons for a beta, though; to have another wolf to take charge, should the alpha become wounded or gone.

"Yes, Yes family is good for.. taking care of.. one another.." Rolf says, but he doesn't seem to believe his own words. Still, he gives them softly, then, hearing just how many other wolves there are with Niyt he gulps to himself. So he /is/ tresspassing. Grand. And they'll likely want him seen off their land as fast as his legs can carry him; and oh, they can carry him fast, if not strong. He nervously whines again, then says, "Of course, I'm just a ramblefoot, not like I know anything about packs and stuff, really."

And then there was that- the others. Tariro had no idea how many others there would be if indeed any of them would come to see their broken alpha. He's been alone for moons living out a life thought to be his own but over the past few days its like all of its been a lie. It was hard to believe which one was really true. Looking at the both of them he is quiet, his mind racing with thoughts then all of a sudden he says, "If its alright, I'd let to remeet everyone." Coinin was a name he knew, he was the one who wouldn't take no for an answer. "Coinin, he wanted me back. I had no idea.." he falls quiet. Not a word spoken, he turns and moves toward the den. What was he doing..

Niyt listens to Rolf's whines, and smiles softly. "Sometimes truth comes in strange packages." Even a wanderer wolf smelling of disease. She's quiet for a long moment, considering on what seems to have happened to the wolf who was her uncle. Strange things happen sometimes, when wolves are away from their pack. Wasn't that true for her? For Anoki? Each changed by their experiences, though perhaps not so drasticly. "Viridian is no more..." she says quietly, "...but the wolves of it are welcome in Cerulean."

Another nervous laugh, and whine. Rolf isn't so sure about packs as big as Niyt seems to describe, murmuring, "Ah, if you.. ar egoing to be meeting them, then I wish you luck sir, but perhaps I should.. move along before they come, lest I uh, enrage people by being.. around where I don't.. uhm.." he leaves the word belong hanging in the air, as he notices Niyt's eyes. A.. blind wolf? Perhaps she won't know what he looks like; then he can make away from these lands fast, and never be brought to angry justice for tresspassing, so major an offense, especially so close to a den with a pup in it. "... You ah. You don't suppose your.. uh, pack, will mind if a stranger stays long enough to get a drink, maybe rest a night, do you..?"

Tariro can of course here this, but an unspoken task engulfs his thoughts as he reaches the den entrance. Breaking the threshold, he walks to the little pup inside and stops infront of her. A light nosing to her side, he gives a quick look around the den before gently lifting Kizhi from her spot into his jaws and turning for the exit. Emerging from the den moments later, he places the pup at the banks top so he can leap up with out incident. "You fear what you haven't seen yet.." he states like his old self. "Perhaps you should come with us. Rid yourself of that fear." He would not blame the young wolf if he feels safer on his own. Picking up his pup once more, he carries her toward Niyt.

Niyt smiles at Rolf's question as she waits to see what Tariro is up to. "The rest of my pack is further south. If this land is claimed... it's by Tariro, not Cerulean." So it's up to Tar whether Rolf can stick around! Since... he seems to have claimed this land, down to having a pup on it. As the elder wolf returns... with a puppy!... Niyt's ears perk, her nose twitching to the delicate scent of the youngster, the gentle, half-unformed feel that is the stirring of her spirit. She takes a step forward, smiling as she approaches closer. "Hello, little one," she murmurs.

Niyt's words make it clear that Tariro is in charge of the land, so when the older male reappears with pup in his jaws, Rolf gulps again, and then presses against the ground, rolling half to his side, presenting himself prone to the other male, remarking, "I promise I would not go anywhere near the den, your mate, or your pup, I merelty want a place to rest for an hour or two, maybe take care of some of your.. croaky froggy neighbors or such.." he murmurs.

Unable to avoid Rolf's submissive actions, Tariro looks to him and the awkward feeling of even being considered in change developes. It was an odd feeling, whether he could remember or not, to be the higher wolf. He prefered to be the equal. Lightly shaking head, he sighs. "Why do you cower?" He asks muffled before looking to Niyt with a smile and placing his daughter at his paws. "Her name is Kizhikoni." Back to Rolfgar he says. "If I were to hurt you, I would of done so long before now." Not that there is a harmful bone in his body.

Niyt smiles warmly, and she's pretty well oblivious to Rolf and Tariro now. There's a puppy here! Her little cousin! The female wolf's tail thumps against the ground, and she nuzzles gently at the little girl, licking at her ears and smelling that fresh puppy scent. Aww! It's so wonderful, to the point where... it almost hurts, because this lovely little child isn't hers. Will she ever have one of her own? Maybe. The wind is silent on that question, and as for her mate... Niyt doesn't even know. She tries to put that aside, for now, focusing on loving this sweet young cousin of hers instead, murmuring little greetings.

Rolfgar gulps again, then murmurs, "Be-uh, because I'm the stranger here," he remarks softly, "My uh.. The last pack I knew of.. would have... uh.. would have attacked me by now to see where I uh, stand, sir. Wether I was uh.. a.. a dangerous entity or not. I'M NOT!" he yelps in the lats, hastily, trying his best to show that he is no danger-- though one shredded ear twitches as he sees the pup, and he holds his breath a little in her presence. She's beautiful, but then, all pups that age are, are they not? He gulps again, rolling to his back, tail curling in against his belly.

Tariro is brought to a smile watching Niyt meet and greet Kizhi for the first time. It was like she had never met a puppy before and for all he knew she hadn't. Watching them, his ears turn to the young male. Stranger? He was a stranger too, even to himself, if he recalled right. "We are all strangers to one another at one point." He says this time turning from his family. "Please, come from the ground so I can see you." From what he's seen of the wolf, he was the definition of harmless.

Niyt's seen puppies before! She just hasn't seen /this/ puppy, and that's all the reason she needs to adore the little girl. The first puppy of this spring, for her. Niyt is her mother's daughter, after all, and some things... ah, some things pass down through the generations. She settles down with her paws to either side of the girl, and continues nuzzling and speaking to the pup, though Kizhikoni's too young to really understand the words. Doesn't matter.

Rolf's ears lay back, but, rolling over again he sits up a little, head slightly slouching between his bony shoulders as Tariro is allowed to examine him. Honestly, the wolf is a sorry sight; hunks of fur missing here and there, scarred from head to toe in marks of old battle, or just being chewed on. His ears have been ripped to shreds; his back leg bares the makres of a near full-on wolf's bite, and he's missing fur about all his legs where the skin has become rough and slightly scabby; other similar patches here are there, mostly about his shoulders and flanks; rubbings and scrapings, most likely, have caused this; stress caused mange flaring up likely the other. And lean; bony, thin. What this wolf is, is most likely an omega of the omega-iest.

Tariro has by this time left his daughter in the care of Niyt, giving them looks every few moments as he speaks to the male. Watching him lift himself up from the ground, he hmms at the sight of him. It wasn't pretty but he's certainly seen far worse in his him. Standing and approaching the young wolf some, he tries to get a better look but finds himself keeping a distance. He knew mange when he saw it and its clearly something he'd like to stay away from; especially with a young pup to care for. "I.. uh.. heh, wow." Where to start. Might as well me straight forward. "Your really messed up there." Most of it can probably be fixed, others parts well good luck to that. Stepping back and taking a seat he says, "If it helps any, you can stay here till, well, that is taken care of." He references to the skin condition.

"That..?" Rolf asks first, ears perking slightly, before he mms softly, looking to his legs, murmuring, "It.. it's just itchy, that's all. I didn't have that before but I guess leaving the desert, all the pollen, stuff like that, yeah, eheh." He tries not to look nervous but the fact of the matter is more or less that he knows he's in sorry shape.. and he doesn't know what to say about the itchy scratchy bits. Honestly, if the boy just learns to /settle doen/, they'll clear up eventually, though he'll never have the fluffy coat of these forest wolves, growing up where he did. Still. He seems releived at least, being told he can stay for the moment. "That.. Uh.. thank you, sir. I won't bother you... I promise, I uh.. I'll even try and do some.. hunting for you and your mate while I'm here, but I uhm. I'm .. I'm not .. really built to take down the big things.."

"It looks more than just itchy." To him it was all scaly and likely infected, but he wasn't about to get close enough to find that out for sure. "A good bath in the river.."away from the pack, "..and some down time may do you some good." He says give a smile. "So I wouldn't worry about hunting to much." He states giving the wolf another looking over. "Just regain your health. Should we need to hunt, something well be worked out." As he said, Rolf wasn't in any shape to be doing anything overly phycial. Tariro was, but being old pretty much degrades that possiblity.

"It.. would be rude of me not to offer something," Rolf tries to argue, but he does admit he'd rather not be running away all the time, or constantly being picked on or.. yeah. He hunches down again thoughtfully, looking at his less than furry paws, which just downright look bad, before he considers, and then offers, "I uh. I could try and uh.. scare other wolves away from here. You know. 'look at the sorry fate that shall befall you, ooooOooo', he lifts a paw, waving it about, trying to accent the creepyness of the matter, but it's not very effective. He really doesn't want to be a trouble! ".. I can catch hares and birds at least, or I can find you eggs and stuff, and leave them for you and your mate. But.. I think really, what I could use is.. yeah, maybe a good bath, and a place to rest for a little while at least." He siiighs, letting his scruffy head hang, murmuring, "I've been wandering a long time. The w-winter wasn't so bad, on my own, really, but it was...." he goes a little quiet. ".. Lonely, I guess, is a good way to put it."

Tariro would honestly admit he wouldn't let just sitting around doing nothing either when the possibility of lending a hand was there. But when you look as bad as Rolfgar, sometimes doing as your told is the right thing. Nodding to the wolf, he kinda knows what its like to be in the down and out. Falling in a snow filled thicket then being nearly crushed by an old overburdened tree is nothing to be proud of. Neither is finding out you've losted parts of your past. A chuckling escaping him as she watches the accent of creepiness from the wolf. "That might just work. You are pretty scary." Tar is shaking in his coat right now. "Lonely?" Thats a sad thing to hear. Looking to his pup for a bit he sighs. "It's never a good feeling to be alone. It hurts. I should know." A moment of sadness crosses him, but thats in the past and he moves on.

"Eh, you get used to it after a while," Rolf admits, "I mean, it's not the same as having family around, or friends, or stuff, but it's better than getting beat up all the time. So, eh, you take the good and you take the bad." He takes a deep breath, lets it out, and seems to relax a bit, finally sliding forward into a sprawl, and sighing as he starts to chew a bit on the skin of his forelegs. Well, certainly explains why the hair is missing and he looks scabby if he's gnawing on himself. "Anyway, uhm. Thank you.. Thank you again, for letting me stay. I'll keep an eye out for anything that could be dangerous, if that helps, too. snakes, strangers, things like that," he offers as kind a smile as he can, with as much a mess he is, ".. Your pup.. she's cute. Maybe some day I'll .. be .. brave ebough to have a pup or something."

Yes, you do get use to it, but it still hurts. It hurts even now even though he is no longer alone. He had a young pup to share life with, but still it felt like something was missing. Caught in his own thought, he misses a part of what is said by Rolf, but as he says thankyou, Tar snaps to and looks to him. "Your welcome. Thank you as well for your generous offerings. Turning back to his pup he smiles before raising a brow. All pups were cute at that age. "We all hope to have pups one day in our lives." he says. "Perhaps one day you will too." He'll have to clean up first, but otherwise he sees no reason why it cant happen.

"Mmf. maybe." Rolf mumbles. He doesn't think so. He's not exactly the alpha, win a woman and have pups kinda guy when he thinks about it. Who, after all, could love the runt? Someone who can't hunt well because of small size and slightly bad health? Women prefer their men with fur. He considers Tariro, and Tariro's pup, before he looks over at Niyt, who seems to have fallen into the intoxicating spell of 'Puppy breath'. "So... Do you.. think she really is your uh, your relation? She seems very nice either way. And if she's family, it means you've got a pupsitter. Someone who'll dedicate their time to watching out for her while you and the missus recouperate from hunts or stuff.."

Oh, yes. Niyt is quite enjoying her time with this puppy, it seems. The little girl is all but asleep, and Niyt has been telling her something in the soft, lilting tones of storytelling used when the rhythm of a voice is more important than the words themselves.

Tariro isn't exactly the greatest catch either. If he was, he'd still have Aika.. Maka. Clearly being Alpha wasn't enough to keep the heart whole. He was fine with being single, its just the alone part the gets him. Having Kizhi around is really the only thing keeping him sane right now. Gazing up from his pup, to Niyt, he really didn't know. Something about her now felt familiar, even her appearance reminded him of his brother but it was hard to say if she was really related. "I'd like to believe she is." He tells Rolf. "She cares for her like family.. you'd like that'd be enough to convince me."

"Well. She's better than how some families can be," Rolf admits softly, with a vague bit of wisdome, "I mean, she obviously cares for you, and for your pup." He considers thoughtfully, then sighs, laying his head on his legs, done chewing at the itchy bits. "Even if she isn't family. Pupsitters are hard to find outside a pack, and like I said. You and your mate'll probably need someone to watch her from time to time. Or want," he smirks, vaguely, before he rolls a scruffy shoulder. And then admits, "My parents always just left my big brother in charge of me, and let me tell ya, I bet if I had someone like her, I wouldn't have turned out half as ugly as I am." He smirks faintly.

Niyt's long and rambling puppy-story comes to an end, and she lowers her head to give the snoozing girl an affectionate lick before lifting it up again, perking her ears to bits of the actual grownup conversation. "Parents are important to a pup... but so is other family. It takes a pack, sometimes. She won't be this easy for long." Niyt smiles with experience, for while she's never had pups of her own... she did half-raise a brother.

This was true and he was rather grateful to have someone like Niyt around. Tariro had his aunt when he growing up until she left leaving his mother to pull the slack. A poor job she did.. Tar grew to know his mother as strict. Never mind his father who was never there. Such a lonely upbringing. All the more reason to charish what he has here and now. "You weren't the easiest to raise either, Niyt." He suddenly says not thinking. He then blinks cant his head. What did he just say? Glancing to Rolf before he suddenly drifts off to rest he says "Ugliness is a state of mine.. Besides its whats on the inside that matters." Taking a seat, his old bones growing wiery, "I'll be ready when that times comes." A yawn escapes him. "I hope anyway."

Niyt laughs softly. "I know," she says. Perhaps that's part of what drove her father away; the difficulty of her own puphood - the loss of her brother - her mother's death... perhaps it all just proved too much for Shag. It's only after her answer that she tilts her head, realizing her uncle has spoken of something that... until now has seemed gone from his memories. Perhaps it's a hopeful sign. She's quiet for a moment, pondering on that, then perks her ears at the sound of the yawn. Niyt smiles. "She's already asleep... perhaps I should let the two of you nap together, hmm?"

Tariro smirks, "Perhaps your right." Being old was like being a pup.. you run hard for a few hours then need a rest. He could feel it, the tiredness, throughout his body. Standing, he takes those short steps to his daughter then settling back down. "Thanks... you know, for watching her for me." A worn smile is given as he pulls his pup in close to him. Keeping Kizhi warn within his paws, he places his head down beside her. It was about time he took that nap. Not long after he can be found asleep.

Niyt rises to her paws as Tariro comes over, and smiles. "She's a sweet pup." Well of course she is, what pup isn't? "I'll come by and visit again... and I'll bring my little brother too. I'm sure he'll want to meet his cousin." Little in this case being fully grown... aww, he'll always be little to her. Just like she'll always be his big sister. Family's forever... unless something makes a wolf forget that. Niyt's steps are slow as she walks back from this meeting, and her mind is full of many thoughts.