Chione was known as a nomad of sorts, but an unwilling one. She had left Kemet merely because she felt like she didn't belong. It was an awful feeling, feeling like your family didn't need you, and as a result you were useless. As a kit Akori and Marius rarely ever invited her to play along, so she had bonded with her mother, father, and Apries the most as a result. In the end, she had felt left out and left the tribe the second she was an adult. Of course, she visited. Her mother had a firm belief she would return one day, and her father let her do as she wished. However, she highly doubted she would ever truly return. She would join some other tribe most likely, and belong to them. However, right now she was a nomad in the desert, a desert that seemed very familiar.
She remembered meeting a kit when she was little, and later, that kit had grown a few weeks before she herself did. And yet that person had been very kind to her. Mariel, she believed. She remembered the girl speaking of living in a desert similar to this. It was much like Kemet's, and despite Chione's dark fur she easily traveled across the sands. To easy~
