Oh, how she longed to belong somewhere, to be pain free somewhere, loved even. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought, a rending ache reverberating through her body as she rose up in hope. With her question answered, and an answering howl from a wolf she could only guess to be the queen of the mountain, Kiyomi let her dark flag give a wave of excitement to match the heather painted warrior before her. She saw him for what he was, and his fighting through the delirium and sickness of winter only proved how staunch his will could be, he had things to do. His response was all the comfort she needed, all of the bolstered confidence, but his unexpected gesture would have to have happened to a wolf who could feel nothing. Though brief, his tongue seared against her cheek, that momentary contact electrified every nerve ending in her body, and she could not help but follow him with her gaze. Those midnight and icey blue windows peered at the transformed wolf before her, his bounding and excitement causing a bubbling giggle to escape her and she gives into the joy, refusing to second guess this gift.

Her paws remained firmly planted as the song became serious, and pointed to her ears, her head lifted and she listened intently to the melodic notes of Daenerys, a wolf she has only known through Sleekwing's stories of her. It was only when Sleekwing's expression washed through the hazy daydream Kiyomi had suddenly become involved in that she moved, her pupils dilated and eyes glossy with a starstruck expression planted on her face. Stunned beyond belief that she would be welcomed in somewhere, that trust was a living thing you could reach out and be so intertwined in it stole the breath from your lungs.

"So, I suppose we should see if I can come home, then, hm?" Her expression is bright as she makes her way in a few dashes to come to his side, jumping at him with her front legs spread wide as she hammered the ground with her paws, a rolling and fierce sounding play growl escaping her as her midnight form spins just before she makes contact, chasing her tail and dashing off in the direction of the howl. If it was an audience the queen wished with the midnight wolf, it was a meeting she would get. Every few strides she would pause, making sure she stayed with Sleekwing, her cheek still burning from that powerful reassurance. Her dark body shook from the intensity of her nerves, sleek form hyped with adrenaline and a sudden, but no less deep and equally shocking, sense of belonging.

Her muscles burn as she runs up the sloping ground, and soon her breaths come in panting sighs, used to running on flat land, Kiyomi lets out a bursting and breathless giggle. "I love it already, new challenges, thinner air to get used to...uphill running. Family, friends, a home!" She slows to a trot, now at her friend's side, thoroughly enjoying his happiness and the bright new way she can see the world. How great to have a dream come to possible fruition?