He disliked traveling in his Optime form, especially when there was a thin layer of wet snow underfoot. So he headed in the direction of AniWaya in the shape of a wolf, the one he most preferred anyway. This proved only slightly less difficult than being shifted because his satchel was slung awkwardly around his neck; it swung in front of him and hindered his pace. It was still quicker than traveling on two feet, however. Kansas moved in his usual lithe, liquid manner, Crimson Dreams fading behind him as the mere moments passed. His route was against a thick sheet of freezing rain, and tiny shards of ice hit his face like so many miniature bullets. He began to wonder why he had chosen this day to go see his sister.

The vials he thought she could use created a bit of excess weight, as well as his clothing. He was happy to let the satchel slip off his neck when he'd finally reached the borders of Ember's pack. With his burden gone, he tilted his pale muzzle into the merciless sleet, unleashing a slow call for Ember alone. He could only hope she was the one to answer. While he waited, he quickly shifted into his Optime form and dug around for his clothes. He pulled on his dark jeans, zipped up his sweater, and wrapped his scarf around his neck in a matter of perhaps a minute. The vials, which had been wrapped in the scarf, he placed in a neat row atop his pack to minimize the chance of dirtying them. He couldn't help being so antsy, because today he was going to get a horse, like Cotl. With nothing to do but wait for her, Kansas stood quietly with his arms folded, shivering against the chilly wind.

He was nervous about seeing her. It had been so long, and he felt guilty as ever for neglecting their relationship so. He'd never been as close to the swarthy woman as to Firefly. But he still loved her very much. And something told him that he would likely grow closer to Ember than to his twin because he doubted the fiery woman gave a flying fuck about him anymore. He just hoped Ember was not harboring too much anger with him. His mother had, after all, instructed him to take care of her. Although, Kansas had the suspicion that his sister could very well take care of herself. She was an extremely strong girl; there was no denying that.

He didn't have to wait long, and perhaps he wished he had to better prepare himself for his reunion with her. He smelled her and heard the awkward, noisy footsteps hindered somewhat by some kind of shoe. Her words might as well have been an invitation beyond the borders; there was no sense waiting for her to find him if she called out to him asking for his location. Kansas lifted his satchel and fairly ran to her, a grin that surprised him spreading across his face when he was before her. "Hey, Ember!" he said, his voice soft but excited. Uncertainly, the pale boy wrapped his white arms around her into a pathetic embrace. When he released her, he spoke again, still grinning. "Nice shoes. How are you?"

Her face lit up with excitement, and the angst was washed away. Not only would she find use for them, she'd sought them out before. He felt very accomplished, like he'd reached a milestone with her simply by her acceptance of his gift. "Really? I thought I caught your scent, one day," but it was so insignificant a memory that he'd forgotten it until now. At the time, he'd been so certain that Ember wouldn't have come around that he'd disregarded her aroma in the air as a trick combination of scents on the wind. Kansas was a bit disappointed that she hadn't sought him out when she'd come to his pack, but perhaps she didn't realize how much time he spent at home.



He furrowed his brow in confusion, deeply intrigued by the concept of spirit guides. He often wondered what it would be like to have such a thing, another creature to help you through your life. Perhaps this was part of why AniWaya was such a peaceful pack. "Why does he need water?" he queried, unable to see wolves being mentally connected to aquatic creatures. He assumed that her friend was a water bird, but he wanted to be sure. He wanted to know these things, these little things about his sister. He had no clue who she was.



Kansas hesitated after her question. He didn't want her to think he'd come only for the reason he was about to state, though it was a part of it. "Well, I..." He grinned, wishing to feel a bit mischievous for some reason. "I met someone with a horse, and he said he got it from you," he spoke, thinking fondly of Cotl. "Do you have... any more horses?" It sounded like to large a request, in exchange for something as small as a few glass vials.