Though she had already pulled away, there had been a slight pressure. A slight pressure from his fourm against her own- he had touched her back, pressed closer into her and embraced her. It was intoxicating, that moment, and Miya never wanted it to end. And yet it had, and she had caused it so. Perhaps she would always cause it to be so.. glancing up with her bright silver gaze, the phantom of a wolf is watching the dark one closely, for any sign of distress or if he might bolt. She did not think he would do that to her, but, then again.. who knew. Miya trusted Kong, but after so long- did she had any right to? And then he speaks and it takes all of her self control to not swoon right then and there. That voice, that beautiful, lovely, masculine voice of his is music to her ears and she never wants it to go away. For too long has it been unheard by her, and she is not willing to let it happen again. Though what he says is odd in it's own way- Miya's own fractured mind comprehends rather well. Just as she was there and gone, so was he here and gone. They had both taken their leaves, as it seems their kind is prone to do, and yet.. by some chance of fate they always wound up crossing paths again.

'We are here, now. And... that's all I need.' Her voice is soft, nothing but a faint whisper of what it once had been, and though her muscles and mind scream in protest- Miya is then pushing herself forward. She will not stand for this distance, and it's almost as if everything is right in the world once more the moment the top of her skull comes in contact with Kong's throat. She's pushing up against him, nuzzling into him, unwilling to lose his touch, his warmth, his scent all over again. Perhaps it was a bit abbrasive, but even if it was- so be it. Miya would sooner perish herself than ever see the dark male before her vanish out of thin air. She'd be damned if she left, or if he left again. Regardless of the past and who might have rejected who- all that mattered was the here and now. The fact that they were together in each others company again- and while the dark wolf might feel differently, the pale silver and grey wolf knew she would not be going anywhere any time soon. Only question was.. would he accept her as she was and move forward just as she would?

Thoughts are interrupted when a stranger is then upon them. But this stranger.. his scent is flavoured with that of the one met in Munashii- Aindreas. But nothing is voiced as luminescent silver eyes marred with their defection of burnt sienna take in this other, noting the power and dominance simply radiating off of him. So. This was the packs Alpha, was it? In his greeting it was obvious he was not only familiar with Kong, but he was.. quite the gentleman. Like Father like son, one would suppose. When he turned to her, Miya felt the flesh of her cheeks warm as he mentioned interrupting their little reunion, before asking the obvious. How was it she knew his son? So she had been right- as she almost always was. The phantom was still pressed against Kong, but.. she simply did not care. Perhaps he would pull away thanks to the presence of his Alpha, but.. Miya would not be so easily torn away from him. But she gave the Alpha her attention out of simple respect. 'He met me upon the borders of Munashii Gekko- the first pack I had ever known in Blossom. I was..' looking for Kong? Looking for a home? Miya didn't even know herself.

'I was told that Kalgalath was the Alpha here, and that his old friend King Kong had resided with him and I come to seek the truth.' Though her attention was politely and respectfully given to the Alpha- she could not help the way her exotic gaze wandered back to the fourm of Kong, drinking him in, memorizing him and vowing silent to never allow him to slip through her paws.. ever again.

'Talks like this'