The red girl flinches back, briefly, as the colt pulls away from Yael to aim a ferocious stare in her direction. He seems to calm just as quickly as he had gone into "sentry mode", and Kabe relaxes in turn. Good thing for her, an abrupt attempt to try and get airborne to escape would have more likely resulted in herself sprawled upon the hot sands, an awkward pile of limbs and smug feathers. She sees Mama Yael beckoning her over, and quickly obeys, moving in closer until she stands next to the golden mare, nuzzling her in greeting. The filly listens as the introductions are made, and she turns to the hazel-eyed boy to offer him a friendly smile upon hearing that he is indeed adopted kin to her. She waves her right wing like a human might do with their hand upon meeting someone, though she feels a little silly while doing so.
Would he understand the gesture? Munroe seems....not simple, no. She's not sure of how to describe him until the word suddenly drops into her brain. Feral, yes. He was kin, in spirit, to the gazelles and the wild dogs who prowled the edges of the Desert. Did he consider her part of his family after their adoptive mother's proclamations? Kabechet hopes so. It would be good to have someone to play with, if he wanted to that was. Her smile deepens. "Hello. I'm Kabechet, but you can call me Kabe if you want to. I've never had a brother, not until Mama Yael found me. I hope you don't mind me being here, talking to you....." Was she saying too much? Babbling? Fearing that she's doing just that, she quiets herself so that Munroe can have a chance to answer.
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