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When finding Elann, when bonding to her, Noah wasn’t looking for a mate. He was looking for a companion and actually starting a family was the last thing on his mind. He would not have the mindset until he was somewhere utterly comfortable, had his own space and security, his own ‘nest’ so to speak. He lacked that in Syliras because it was not a place he wanted to be in the end, only being there because it was Elann who drew his interest just as Caesarion had. It was the both of them who pushed for the human want of deriving pleasure from sex, looking to maybe start families when it wasn’t known how long they would be in an area. It wasn’t to say some Kelvic didn’t derive the pleasure for sex that humans did, but some of those Kelvics had been conditioned, and there was one who was even an escort because sex was all she knew. Noah was not one of those Kelvics.

While he had found his mate, he was still approaching the point where he was making sure he would have her forever and was still searching for the place to call his own. Though his father held domain over the wilds of Zeltiva, he couldn’t hold domain in a home that was Noah’s own. It was what Noah sought in Zeltiva. It would be then that he would actively seek to start his own family in the security of the walls that would be his home.

Noah draped one arm around Elann’s back as she came down to him. The fingers played at her side as she sung her gentle Shiber melody. In the time that passed, his hand came to the strands of her hair, smoothing over them again and again until she rose and aided him in getting dressed for the second time. With her help, he put on his pants and fussed with the shirt enough to get it over his head and his arms into the holes. He was hesitating saying he would walk willingly because there had been so little ache in while they resided in the tent, he didn’t want to evoke any with his ambling around. Yet, Elann told him to visit either Alena or his sister and that was motivation enough.

Noah stepped outside the tent and looked over the encampment. There was something he didn’t like about being out and in the open with several strangers able to see him. He was wounded and, though it was paranoid and ignorant, he wouldn’t be able to run away if something were to happen on the slightest off-chance. Quickly, he looked for his sister first and found her residing near the bank of wagons with her arms crossed over her chest. He approached her, eventually catching her attention when he was near enough for her distracted senses to see him coming her way.

“Good afternoon,” she said in a hollow cheery voice to start their Fratava conversation.

“Hello,” he replied, raising his arm to reach out for her.

Aimee took his arm and hooked it into hers, letting him lead their walk parallel to the wagons and towards the edge of the camp as a whole. It didn’t take her sharp nose to smell the various scents on him, to which she looked over to him, examining the male with her eyes.

“You smell like her,” she commented.

“Do I?” he returned, raising his arm to smell the crook of his elbow. “I don’t smell anything really.”

“You reek,” the wolf teased. “I can assume that everything’s all better?”

Noah hummed in uncertainty. “I guess, maybe, I don’t know,” he flip-flopped. “I hope so.”

“So do I. I mean, I know Jocelyn’s going to tear into her. It would’ve been worse if you two weren’t on good terms. You know how she feels about people.” Aimee looked over to him, looking up to the bunched up curls of his hair. She reached across and pulled at them gently, rushing her head through his head of hair briefly.

Noah pursed his lips uneasily. “Donavan’s in Mura, right?”

“Right, so he won’t be there.” She paused. “Are we still having that party for her when we get there?”

“I think so… I don’t really know.” Noah paused too, thinking before he spoke again. “I think we should, it was what she wanted to do in Syliras.”

Aimee hummed uncertainly. “I guess,” she said with a shrug. “Momma’s probably already there setting things up, she did go on ahead after all. Or, she’s letting everyone know we’re coming. I expected her to be back by now, now that I think about it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Noah said to her. “Momma’s fine and is in Zeltiva. It only took six days from when she left. That’s not that long.”

“I suppose.” Aimee looked to the campers as they packed their things, the call for departure coming as they had been talking. “C’mon,” the wolf said, “let’s finish the lap and go back to the wagon.”

They did so. Alena didn’t come up to them, nor did Noah actively search her out. He was conversing with his sister, having a conversation that was much needed in their time together. They hadn’t spoken much in comparison to how often they did speak when they were in one another’s company. The lap didn’t take long but it was cut short because of Noah’s slow pace in comparison to the increasing speed that campers packed up. They came back to the wagon and Aimee helped Noah in before keeping out of the wagon altogether.

“I’m going to walk today,” she said to the both of them, showing Elann a warm smile of possible invitation and giving her brother a parting kiss on the cheek.