The tawny-furred adolescent strained to catch up to her brother, growing somewhat more comfortable with her surroundings as the minutes ticked by. Rurik would never allow anything bad to happen to her or Silas, and Silas would protect her, too. Liliya had absolutely nothing to worry about, and she smiled broadly, releasing the nagging fear of the unknown that had driven at her since they'd first landed here. To be certain, it would be quite a while until Liliya Russo was out exploring the world on her own, but at least she was not looking back over her shoulder every few minutes as she had since they'd arrived.
Strange excitement broiled in the coyote hybrid's chest, an unusual feeling she had not experienced before. Prior to this very moment, finding out they had a home base to operate from while in this strange land, Liliya had been fearful and quite wary of the new world into which she'd been thrust. Now, however, watching the retreating form of her brother as he pulled away, headed for the outside world, she was experiencing a surreptitious desire to push and shove at her own boundaries, expanding outward beyond what she already knew. Though unexpected, it was a good feeling, and Liliya walked a little quicker, intent on catching up with Silas.
Rurik lagged just a moment or two behind his children, and after a moment he too emerged from the depths of the subway station, blinking his brilliant blue eyes in the fast-approaching twilight, still shades lighter than the dim underworld he'd been in just moments prior. They needed to get settled, fast—the approaching night would not allow them time enough to get all settled and unpacked for this evening, no, but they could at least grab some basic supplies from the ship. Or, rather, while Rurik and Silas hunted, perhaps Liliya could do that, or Liliya could come and hunt with Rurik and Silas could grab the stuff from the ship.
The bandana-wearing youth spoke, asking which way they might head. Rurik's navigational skills were limited to the sea and Sobirat'sya; he did not have an internal compass. But the sun was setting, streaks of gold extending between the tall buildings of the city, and Rurik determined which way was west quite easily from that, inferring again they ought to head north from where they were. "Ought to be this way," the Russian said, indicating they ought to head up the street from here, pointing one of his thick, silvery fingers, grinning broadly. He was still giddy with the excitement of landing the boat, and now they would settle down for the evening, a long night before they could begin exploring these new territories.
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