I'll find you somewhere (abaven aw!)

Lillianna was... annoyed. True, people had shown up for the hunt, but some of them acted as if the only reason they showed up was that you had to. In fact, Shaye's father didn't even have the courtesy to even announce his presence, when he did show up... late. This was a pack and the people here weren't acting very pack-like. They were acting more like a group of people who weren't family that were just sharing a territory with no bonds, no familiarity, a bunch of loners temporarily together. That is not a pack. That is not a family.

It showed in the broiling frustration in her eyes. No wonder Bass had a problem when he first arrived, same with Allen. But Allen hadn't been around much either, at least, not anyone she wanted to be near. She had seen them the other day, talking with Limno, but it was... a depressing conversation completely focused on the bad. Really? She understood, to a degree... but if all you are going to do is wander out on the rare occasion and bring everyone else down, you may as well not be there. He'd done that earlier, too, talking about someone named Hajime? She avoided him.

She wasn't really angry with him, though. She was frustrated with lots of people. People she rarely saw, only occassionally. What happened to the pack? What happened to the family? Why were people only caring about certain others? Seeming begrudged? A pack was not a group comprised of three seperate families sharing a territory and not speaking with the other parts of the family. A pack was one family, despite bloodlines.

It just seemed Abaven forgot that.

She'd sit there, over by the river, eyes searching the land around her. She was frustrated; beyond frustrated, and if it was the last thing she'd do, it'd be making Abaven a pack again. Her head tipped back and she howled: an invitation for all Abaven wolves to join her.

"Speech" "Language"