The pitter-patter of rain was easy enough to avoid when it decided not to be a torrential downpour. It was part of why he liked it to be somewhere in-between. Rain was a unique foe when compared to prey, other predators, or even other wolves. Plus, it made for the ideal distraction from that girl he had far too strong an urge to go to. Imprinting was such an odd thing. His parents were mates, that much he knew, but he could see the bond between them had been from a love for each other, not something that whatever gods or goddesses out there decided for them. No, they had chosen each other in a way that Junketsu had not chosen Metztli.

Distractions were good. Junketsu was quick to spin around in his dance. He gave a mischievous smile when he heard his sister call to him. His eyes practically glittered with excitement. How long had it been since he and his sibling had spent time together? Too long, he thought to himself. "Has my sister forgotten so much that she forgets that her brother loves to dance?" he quipped in return. His words felt so much better when he spoke in their native tongue. The need to think and translate to another language was insufferable at times, though he always made due.

Junketsu gave a laugh as she joined him as he moved along the ever deepening path with Maiko as she mirrored his movements. This was good. "I should take you to the lanky boy who visited Diveen some seasons ago. He is like us," he said between even breaths. The tri-colored male knew he had started to get a bit winded, but he get his breaths steady, "I think you might even like him. Teach him some things the Thunder King teaches you, perhaps?" Junketsu added, with a hint of his own curiosity. He knew she'd approached the Thunder King, but what had she learned from the large white male that moved through Diveen that she couldn't learn with her own brother?