I only doggy paddle

She would listen quietly, only nodding here and there. She'd listen to the pack description; warrior-based, eh? That made sense; even a healer knew how to fight. She did agree with it, to an extent... though she had a feeling she'd have been kicked out for failing to fight against Evangeline. Cohesion, though... that was key, that was what was missing from Abaven. It made her desire it, as much as it made her be driven away from her pack. She had no desire to leave but sometimes... she found herself contemplating it.

When Angelus questioned back, she found herself already ready to answer. "Yes. In a way, especially with the honor. We are all expected to have honor. However... it is believed that honor and disputes can be settled in other ways except fighting. We are not meant to deal with conflict. It is a problem." It was clear with the whispers of Rhythm, of the fight that had happened there... and the fall out until recently. She was not around during that fall-out but the whispers had said enough. She paused here, head tilting as she thought of words to describe, and also wondering if she had said too much; she had the same problem as Angelus.

Words would come again, slowly, and she spoke once more. "Sometimes, it appears as if the pack is less family and more of a band of wolves - and sometimes it seems as if the pack is just Destruction, with outsiders being... outsiders, despite technically being pack. Abaven is supposed to be a mercenary pack. Lending members to other packs in times of need - fighters, the bulk of our pack - and receiving favors in return. There are healers, and my rank: messengers. We are meant to deliver messages between packs, make trades, complete trades." And, she would not know it yet, but also to spy. She fell silent as she realized she went a bit off topic, and realizing she didn't have much more to say.

"Speech"