Where to Begin?

That quiet sense of belonging, the quiet sense of not just being an individual, but also being of a pack. It was... addicting, the feeling, a completing feeling and one Lillianna cherished. It was one that would cause her to step over the old boundaries of Threar, a feeling of sadness encompassing her. This was a pack, a pack that was no more, a family broken apart. It was... profound. Members of the family left, for parts she was not aware of, but also pups went to Abaven. When she stepped over the borders, wandering, smelling the fading scents of Threar... it was nigh heartbreaking.

What she was not expecting was a fresh scent. She sucked in a quiet breath, freezing as her eyes searched. It did not take long to spot the male, just sitting... alone. She would approach him quietly, noting that as she did so another approached as well. She hesitated, lingering back as the woman took a seat. Should she leave? Should she go?

"Speech" "Language"