Theory was now a season old and she was growing like an unruly sprout! Large paws carried her lanky form through the rapids with ease. Her fluffy fur was thinning as the warm weather was moving in. Finally it was the thick of spring and Theory was blossoming with excitement. The sun was beaming down upon her back which warmed her form with ease. Green painted the surrounding area and the gentle numbing noise of rushing water flowed into her ears. The Destruction gal moved to the bank of the rapids and sat her rear upon the stoney earth. Sharp baby blue eyes fell upon the rushing water with delight. Theory's tiny poof of a tail wiggled in delight. She was now large enough that Bird of Prey weren't such a thread but there was still an issue of other predators. Thankfully, she was deep in Abaven territory and would likely be fine on her own. The most threatening creature in the area was Noir and his bad attitude. ""

She had been in and out of the pack since the big showdown in the battlefield. Uncle was making his plans and she had already fully supported leaving back when she said he should create a pack. Not that she held anything against Abaven, but she wanted to stick with what left of her family. Uncle and Ignis were important to her and important in her life and she couldn't imagine living without them. She wasn't planning on fully cutting ties with Abaven either. She had friends here and her mentor Shaye was still important to her. So she was still spending time in Abaven and right now herbs were plentiful and she was busy gaining knowledge on herbs. Today her and Lorenzo were moving through the rapids. The opossum was clinging to the fur between her shoulder blades. He was full grown now and was growing used to being out and about during the day. They were becoming a team and their relationship was growing closer each day. She was finding out that Lorenzo had some useful knowledge on poisonous plants and berry's and she was expending her knowledge with his help. Moving along her eyes caught sight of one of the pups. She had seen Shaye's when they were teeny weeny, but the other women's pups she had never met before. She was sitting and watching the rapids and Actaea approached with a friendly wave of her tail. "Good Morning," she gently called. "speech"