Wide two toned eyes peer with entranced curiosity upon the two wolves before her. She knows she knows the two of them, some innate primordial instinct, coupled along with their own unique scents, told her so. But Midna does not remember them. A flash of passionate anger bursts up suddenly inside of her, at the thought of what had been taken from her, though it's directed inward and toward Lucero. But what's done was done, however that didn't mean she didn't feel hurt about it. And just as soon as it had come, the anger is fleeting and uneventful, dissipating entirely as was her way to do.

As the result of many generations of good hearted wolves coming together in union and creating future generations, the tan, russet, cinnamon and chocolate marked wolf is full of kindness along with her own sense of spit fire. Along with those things, she has a curiosity to match them that has never dwindled from her early years. Always Midna has been interested in what happens around her, such was where the feelings came of what she had already been through in life. For while she could never truly know the reasons behind her Father's decisions, she very well knew the consequences and here she was currently living and breathing them. But she couldn't stay hidden forever, and with almost a sheepish demeanor she at last steps out from the trees she had tried to hide herself within.

The older wolf had called her out on watching them, and though there was the fact that she had been caught, there was nothing meek about the younger wolf as she emerged. She stood taller than the older wolf, and just barely a fraction shorter than the younger of them. Though now that she could see him from closer up, she noticed that he actually wasn't much older than her own self but that he appeared to be more so. At least, that's what she took his tired appearance as, for truly, besides the sparing they had obviously just done, the stranger looked tired to her. Again, her mind chimed in that he was no stranger, that she truly knew this wolf- she just couldn't agree with it, because she had nothing to go off of. The voice she gave was earthy and mellow in it's tones, perhaps deeper than one would have thought would come from a wolf with the looks of her. I do not know you, and yet I do. She gives them a curious look, then, going back and forth between the two. Her mind makes a connection then, but still it does not satisfy her.

You are parts of one another and yet.. who am I to you? She struggles with the information she wants to know, and what she already knows. Which is not much. Sure, Lucero had told her some stories about his life and what had been before her but he had left out a lot of specifics. Why he had done so, she could never be sure, but she could do her best with the information she had been given. The way you fight, and the way you move... my Father told me of his Father and how he had his own fighting style. He was small, like you, and always had to keep moving. You looked the way I always imagined him to. Why she was telling them all of this, she couldn't fathom. But it had to be the right thing for her to be doing, for it simply felt right. And then why else would she be doing it? It seemed to her that so far in life, things were want to happen exactly as they had intended, regardless of what anyone had to say about it. Fate would do what Fate willed itself to do, and wolves were powerless to lift a paw against it. Instead, they must swim along with the river that is Fate, in hopes that the current does not catch them and sweep them off their given course.