It is on this particular day that the chocolate brown girl of the swamps, demons, and the stars seeks the angel boy that had come to live among them. She was curious of him, oh so very curious, and would have gone to him the first he had called had Aithne not always been everywhere. It was not a bad thing, Najira thought- she was certainly an attentive leader of the moor. It might have been an interesting change for her, had she grown up in the early days her Mother had spent in Iromar. But Aithne, Yojimbo, Vera, Belhara. They were what she knew, as well as the river, and wolves she may find along that very river.

Paws that have hardly grown into their body step easily and carefully through the swamps. Her grace is nothing short of immaculate, and though she finds herself occasionally slipping with her dark toes squelching in the wetness and mud, she continues on best she knows how. It would take some time for even she, who was born in the swamps, to become accustomed to them the way her Mother was. Vera could move like a silent wraith, completely undetected until she was just behind you. While Najira did not take too heavily after her, that was one aspect she was eager to learn. Perhaps in their next meeting she may request such a thing, but for now her mind is on what lie ahead and the boy she was currently tracking. It wasn't hard for her to find him, as his destination seemed to be naught but deeper within Iromar. And these were the places she knew better than anyone else, as their den was buried deep within the moors in a place most wolves did not even know existed. It was curious to know if the boy might stumble upon it, all on his own.

Picking up the pace so that her short, currently chubby puppy legs could catch up with him, the sky blue of her gaze is observant of the shadows and the mist that blanket the majority of the swamps. When in Iromar, a wolf was almost always beaded with water on their pelt, mud on their paws, with water slicked ankles. Fortunately for her, she was not a wolf to care too much about her personal appearance. As it were, her chocolate brown colouring often hid the fact of any dirt or grime upon her, while her red markings were prone to draw the focus away from her body all together with the focal point being her face. She did not quite know it just yet, but the combination of blues inherited from her parents give her a most piercing gaze, unintended or not. At last, the angel boy comes into her field of vision and she takes in his large, white and golden frame with his own splashes of colour. Her Father has said they are mostly all pale wolves with red on their pelts; some also carrying black, brown, and a certain gold that spoke of an old Samurai King and his heart.

There was so much to know and so much to gather from this simple first glance of him, and Najira is pleased with herself as she arches wide to his left and comes at him from an angle. She aims to be seen in his peripheral though she knows that she is much smaller than she and does her best to come just ahead of him. Silence is what she brings with her, just until after she stops and seems to waste no time then. "Salve, angelus puer." Hello, angel boy. The words are not said with any sort of negative infliction or connotation. It is simply, because he is young, and because he is of them. And she wonders about him. Silence stretches briefly between them, but Najira is a curious creature, and confidence has been instilled heavily by Vera. "What brings you among, this place of the moors?" Many things are passed down from Mother to daughter, and Father to daughter; her speaking patterns and mannerisms were born of both of her own. Latin picked up from one, with the occasional help of the other. Sentence fragments unconsciously learned from the other, with the occasional reprimand of the other. But Najira liked it, and she knew Vera did as well even if she went against it.

It was part of Yojimbo, after all, as she was; as they all were, with her parents being imprints and all. Najira found herself wondering if the boys own parents had ever imprinted or not, and she thought she might ask him after he finishes her first question to satisfy her hunger.