Kajika was still growing familiar with Asteraia. It was taking some getting used to, all the open space. He tended to keep to the edges of the pack when not tracking prey. The forest was still comfortable to him. He had spent a significant time tracking prey trails and trying to figure out what was going on with... normal food animals. He was aware that the Nameless One had different tastes, having been witness to something of that nature when she let one of her friends attempt to do so. However, that was then, and this was now. Nameless One was true to her word as far as he could tell, and here Kajika was able to do so much more than he ever would have in Taviora.

The brindle and white boy was lounging, laying in the shade of a tree, barely visible amidst the roots. Even as he neared his full size, Kajika was a smaller wolf. Built for silence and speed. And he had gotten a great deal better at it too in his somewhat short life. The young wolf rose, stretching out briefly when movement caught his gaze out of the corner of his eye. With dusk well on its way, he wondered who might be crossing Asteraia's threshold so late. His cerulean gaze narrowed slightly as he watched from afar, slowly making his way around.

He intentionally to care to keep his distance before figuring out who it was. It was the Apep. Her friend from Iromar. Kajika may had been silent then, but here he could be just a little bolder, if only because it was home and he held a place here. The boy intentionally gave them a wide berth. He only began to draw closer once they were stationary, his paws barely disturbing even the grass as he brushed past it. "You should stay in your swamp," Kajika said, his quiet tenors firm, loud enough for only Blackthorne and Natiya to hear.

Perhaps it was a bit bold, but Thorne was not here upon invitation. He figured it was to congratulate Sekhmet, or perhaps glean more information about the white wolf who had ruled here before. All the same, Kajika did not trust Blackthorne. It was something deep in his soul that said not to. Apep was a snake after all, and all snakes bite. Either way, the moorland wolves didn't need to be here. True the Nameless One might be a creature of darkness, but she was still accepting, willing to be there for those outcast or seeking a place when no one else would take them. Could he say the same for Thorne? He highly doubted it.