Both Bastet and Menkhet had left Asteraia, with Runihura fast behind them, and Kaliban had been quick to follow them. Bastet had an air of decisiveness about her despite Menket’s apparent disinterest in whatever their sister had caught wind of, but it was Bastet’s interest that had caught Kaliban’s own.

It didn’t take long to realize where his sisters had been heading - the journey to Spirane was a rather short one, after all, and their peaks soon loomed over him. He’d never investigated the mountains all that much and even then, he had felt a small flutter of uncertainty as he followed his siblings over the borders like a ghost. It was not so much fear, no, but the unfamiliar paths put him just a little on edge, his usual knowledge of vantage points robbed from him. It was, in any case, a good way to keep himself occupied as he followed and observed his sisters – he looked over every piece of land for the highest rocks and their access, at every path that cut through bramble, and each crevice that might serve as a viper’s pit. He’d barely noticed that his sisters had begun to form a group some distance away from him, too distracted he had become by the scents of alpha and Spirane-wolf alike.

By the time the sound of voices had really reached him, several young wolves had joined with his siblings. Quietly, Kaliban crept forward to observe, familiar with...well, most of them really. He had never spent much time with Balor but he knew the boy to be from Asteraia too, and he recognized the Tavioran wolf as well – though not the other with him. But the most curious thing, truly, was the way in which they moved about one another. The tension between some of them was clear, its presence making Kaiban’s ears and fur stand on end as he watched with an amused grin. His brother, of course, had words to share, bolstered only by Balor beside him. It didn’t seem as if the Tavioran wolves were only less inclined with their mouths either, quipping back and forth with such ease. But Bastet? She seemed peculiar, and he eyed her most suspiciously of all. It didn’t seem like her to be so put off by mere words...

It was then that he decided he ought to make a formal appearance, driven only by his sister’s apparent uncertainty and little more. After all, if he wanted to indulge in quips or socializing, he could do that any time he pleased. And so, he rose from his position below the others (tucked neatly behind the stones and slope of the mounta) and began to jog towards the gathering. His eyes were on Bastet, watching for any indication of her discomfort. Speaking of discomfort...he had noticed something about the other Taviorian boy, the one he didn’t know. He had looked a little...strangely tense too. With that in mind, Kaliban’s eyes darted over to him with a quirked brow, as if to say what’s your problem?

As for the rest of the tension? Well, that was their problem to deal with. Kaliban wasn’t one for...clever japes, after all. Instead, he could at least serve as a barrier between Bastet and the others. If they had been pushing her for a response, they could instead focus on him. He could take jokes and bites, after all. Bastet didn’t have to so long as he was around.