So maybe I have been secretly watching over Kiyomi's pups. I haven't made myself known to them in particular. I have given the family space. She went through a horrible thing, Kiyomi, and I was there only moments after. I was there when those pups were created, and I know it is not their fault for being born. I still want to ensure that their father is brought to justice- the kind of justice where jaws clamp on throat until they can scream no more. I am still on the hunt...but not today.

Today, I watch the den. I watch from a far, very far, further down the mountain. The trees part to where I can see the mouth of the den by my resting spot. It is clouded overhead. It will likely rain, but that never bothered me much. I am not one for vanity and what it would do to my fur. With Kiyomi not being around as much, I feel it appropriate to at least make sure the young ones have what they need. I have never really...interacted with pups though. I don't really know what to do. I assume they cannot be very different from other wolves? I am...not very good with those either. I wrinkled my already brindled forehead as I think on this.

Only a moment passes when I see a young one leaving the den and starting to head down the mountain path. I quickly and skillfully leap from my place of rest and head towards the path. Since I am lower down the mountain, and likely much quicker than the pup, I will find my problem reaching him. I am unfortunately built for going places- I always wished I was given brute strength instead. Regardless, I suppose this was a good use of my long legs and lithe frame. My paws are sturdy enough as I jumps around rocks that are in my path.

I find myself intercepting the boy, feet before him, with my bright blue eyes locking with his own. I stand for a moment, head held high, and nothing but a strict and serious look on my naturally beautiful face. Yet, my look is not one exactly welcoming. It is a hardened face under that beautiful exterior, a few scars here and there among my long and flowing fur. Yes, it is a good moment where I stare at him.

"You are Kiyomi's child," I say firmly, allowing another moment of silence fill the mountain air. "She has not been around much," I say bluntly, blue eyes piercing as I look over the young one. Is he too small? Is he getting enough food? I cannot tell. No one ever told me what size a pup should be at what point in time. I don't understand these things. "Are you in need of anything?" I ask directly. I guess that is really the only way to tell, right?