He liked it. He liked the feeling of chaos, the disturbance that hanged in the air like a constant threat...the freedom. He was completely free here, never again to worry about the masked shadow looming over him or Ashetta, though it was more of a threat to her in Northaven. Under the ashen sky and in the sudden rain that appeared, Kalt was finally able to breathe.
"Papa, puppy," Theea sang, pulling on his hand.
As Kalt looked in the direction she was pointing, the girl slipped out of his grasp. "Theea," he snapped with a frown. A soft sigh escaped him, as he saw her waddling over to a shaking canine. His eyes searched the animal, noticing first that it was a coyote, not a dog, and second no band on its leg. He jogged after the girl, scooping her up in his arms again and slowly approaching the shaking animal.
As he drew closer, he noticed that there was blood on its pelt, making him slightly more cautious, but as he observed, he saw that the injury was stitched. That made it a more likely jump that this coyote was a shifter. Kalt crouched down, letting Theea approach again.
"Slowly, star. Don't scare it." He dug into his bag and removed a grey blanket, swinging the bag over his shoulder again. Theea walked over to the coyote with wide, blue eyes and a curious smile, then Kalt followed, throwing back his hood and crouching when he got closer. If allowed, he would drape the blanket over the shaking canine. "I'm Kalt," he said with a crooked smile, touching the girl's hand. "This is Theea. Are you okay?"
