Busy was the only excuse she had to give for her absence around the pack. Viora and she had been training so she could aid in hunting down her assailant, and hunting had preoccupied most of the black female's time. Even in other seasons, hunting in the heights of Spirane was difficult at the best of times. In the middle of winter, Kiyomi had descended repetitiously and had grown accustomed to the slick feel of icy rock. Her ebony weapons had grown in curved to better grip the slick rocks, pads roughened and grew thick and calloused to keep her firmly planted and prevent slips, and the fur between her midnight toes had even gotten longer to act like snowshoes.

Early spring finds no joy on this expectant mother's face, and the early winter's events had left her feeling bereft and barren of her emotions. Later in the winter, she was left empty again, the dark bond from Malikye had broken quite suddenly and she was left with nothing but sorrow and a deep longing to feel him, even though she hadn't spent much time with the wickedly demanding wolf. The entire season had been utterly dreadful for the cross-marked girl, and she was left lonely and longing for things that could never happen.

The rabbit between her paws had been picked at, but nothing more as a deep rooted sadness suppressed her will to eat. A kick at her side reminds her why she needs to eat, and she latches firmly onto the one good thing to come to her this winter. Even though their father is a cruel and wicked wolf, Kiyomi remains hopeful that her children will be different from him. She returns to eating, but shortly after she does so there is a metaphorical knock at her door. Sleek's handsome voice floats to her eardrums, giving them their first reason to perk up in an entire season's span.

"I'm here." She responds, pulling her not-so-sleek form out of the mouth of her den. Her mismatched coal and sapphire gaze meets the worried lavender of his eyes, she tries to muster a smile, but instead her eyes glance around him as though he would bring someone else with him. Acting strangely and being reclusive had become her life now, as she had to remain vigilant, but signs of her work with Viora and life on the peak of Moladion were evident in her frame. She sits a respectful distance away, not truly wishing to touch any wolf any more, and pipes up with hollowly happy tones. "How did winter treat you this time?" Her normally life-filled tones ring out in much the same way the wind howled through the moutain tops, it heavily suggested that winter had not treated her very well.

She hoped it went better for her friend.