The Kuroi'Nera was much different then his Tribe, of that Pahale was quite certain. Though if it was for better or worse he did not yet know. He would not lie to himself by believing he would settle into this new life with ease. It was still hard to believe that his life had so drastically changed none to long ago. He had lost so much in such little time. His mother had died, the only father he had ever known had disowned him and thrust him from his home. But, though these were deep wounds and the memories stung like salt, he had gained something something precious.
He glanced across the den to rest his sight on Sanjha. The sister that he had always had but never knew of. Finding out about her existence had been the catalyst of it all. His drive to find her, even if it meant revealing his own lack of lineage. To find the last piece of his mother left in the world. He knew the risks for bringing her home, knew the odds were not in his favor, but took the bet anyway.
He does not regret loosing though. Because as long as he has Sanjha, he has not lost everything. The wounds would take time to heal, and held the chance of scarring. But the recovery was something that fate and maybe even the gods held in his future.
His inner thoughts ceased as a voice rang through the den. He blinked at his sister in surprise. Ajani? He was one of the council members, was he not? Getting to his feet, Pahale was quickly reminded why he had lain down in the first place. His limbs and paws ached from how long the siblings had been walking. How ever long he rested it never seemed to quite go away. 'An illness of the mind' a part of his mind whispered to him that he promptly ignored.
Walking gingerly over to the entrance to their den steeled his mind and drew his remaining energy into his persona.
Sure enough, council member Ajani stood at the threshold. Pahale smiled politely. "Good day Council member. What can I assist you with?"
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