Kairos felt the strength in her paws as she moved chunk after chunk of heavy earth, her tongue flopping from her jaws in a messy pant while she worked, eagerness thrumming in her blood. The thought of fresh meat and salty, new blood thrilled her and the excitement of the hunt was want to release her from its clutches. Only when the scent of the rabbit faded from her questing nostrils and the aroma of an unfamiliar body reached her did she look up from her work, chest half concealed by the dirt. Her eyes lifted upwards to rest on the form of another pup about her age, his build reminiscent of Zagans. In fact, she almost thought it was her brother for a moment, before she noticed the colour of this stranger's eyes was wrong, and the banner that flew above him was also not the oil-from-the-ground hue to which she had become accustomed. The boy stared at her for a long moment, no doubt taking in the clods of soil that stuck to her face and ears and the saliva pooling on the ground at her paws. The creature than did something unimaginably rude – he stuck his great head inside the whole she had dug. An infantile snarl lifted her lips and she prepared herself to attack the ignorant child before her, but he seemed to get the message and emerged from her tunnel, one word escaping his jaws.
Kairos flicked an ear, not deigning to reply, and the boy took her silence for an invitation to continue. From his jowls escaped a single, ululating word to which she slicked her ears against her skull. He sounded so much like Illias in that moment, broken and strange, that she lifted her hackles. He was much wiser though, for he called it quits before she lost her patience with him. For a long, beautiful moment he was quiet. She enjoyed the golden silence, basking in it, but it wasn't to last. With insufferable gall, the black bastard vomited out a few more syllables. Kairos sighed, her expression long-suffering, but she found that recognised the other's scent n that moment and cocked her head at him. The aroma had been thick on Zagan's pelt when the tall protector had returned him to the den. Suddenly intrigued by the boy, she shoved her muzzle into his fur, sniffing him thoroughly and trying to work out his story by the odours on his skin. In between her investigation of him she paused to speak, “No, never lost. I'm exploring! I've smelt you before...did you know my brother? He had your scent on him. He's black too, with big, purple eyes that glow.”
The stranger cut her off abruptly, acting as though she'd never opened her mouth. Without warning, he crouched low to the earth, fur on end and teeth bared in a miniature growl. Kairos felt taken aback at his reaction, wondering if she had said something that offended him, but realised that his motions were purely circumstantial as another growl rent the air. A heavy body pushed her aside as the youngster crouched in the depression she had created, and she barely heard his words of warning, for she had already turned away from him and faced the oncoming terror, ignorantly fearless. The girl tasted the air, recognising the smell it buoyed upon its back as another her older brother had carried into the den. Even more curious than she had been before, she trotted a few steps in the direction of the beastly behemoth she could already see approaching. Her tail stood at attention and she lifted her muzzle high, bidding the creature stop. She wondered if he would be able to shed more light onto the mystery that was Zagan.
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