Kaliban was fairly sure his sister had dragged somebody new back to Asteraia, but he hadn't yet taken the initiative to find out. He had, at least, noticed a new scent, though he couldn't discern much from it alone. Menkhet was all over it which was the unusual thing, and it made Kaliban undeniably curious. What kind of wolf would she bring back? If she had lured somebody back to be a part of her games, she hadn't left any indicators of such. There was no blood, no sign of a real struggle, which Kaliban took to mean that whoever it was, she intended to keep them in one piece. Who wouldn't be surprised by that? It made Kaliban feel strange, though. It made him feel suddenly very alone.

In his efforts to discover more about the scent, he had moved closer to the borders. The more he moved, the more he was able to distract himself from his own thoughts. At one point, he had started to think about Taviora and the boy he had met there. He had mentioned Menkhet, and he had initially been hesitant towards Kaliban because of it. Only once Kaliban had proved himself as not his sister (which seemed strange, really, when he thought about it) had the boy warmed up to him. Really, he hadn't stopped to think about it all that much after the fact. What had Menkhet done, or said, that had made the boy treat him that way? Kaliban shook his head and refocused on his task, sniffing along the paths that snaked through the tall grass. There was somebody else - a different scent again - but he recognised it, though faintly.

When she called, he immediately began towards her. He moved quickly, his head above the grass as his brows furrowed in thought. At least, he figured, it was a good distraction from what he had been thinking about prior. She was a sister, that much he could remember. She had been born elsewhere, to another mother, and his own mother had not appreciated it at all. Of course, Kaliban didn't understand that either. As far as he was concerned, more siblings was an exciting thing! He certainly hadn't thought ill of Mihos, Rana or Floki or Ragnar simply because they had been born, so he hadn't understood why his other siblings had never come to join them in Asteraia. Maybe, he thought with a momentary grin, she had come to do so! If he had felt alone before, then at least possibility kept him company as she came into view.

He slowed when he approached, pausing a few feet from her. He was unsure as to what he ought to say, but he did at least remember her. His other sister had been larger with darker fur, but this one was smaller like Bastet, and she shared their father's tawny hues with Kaliban. Kaliban couldn't help but grin with recognition. This sister, he remembered, had been the one to propose a friendship among them all.

"I remember you, sister," he said after a moment, and then he dipped his head briefly in a display of acknowledgement and faint respect. He could not recall all too much about her, but he could remember he had felt excited at the prospect of knowing her. That hadn't changed, at least. "It's been a long time since you came here. What kept you away?" His head tilted then, and he thought for a moment that he might have addressed her too casually. Kaliban had, somewhere along the way, lost the formality of his blood. What else was he to say, though? He had always expected her to come live with he and his siblings in Asteraia, had always assumed that it was why they had come that day. Yet, they had been ushered away for reasons unknown, and he and his siblings had never been encouraged to seek them out. So, he wanted to know. What had kept them away? Something, somebody or themselves?