Where to Begin?

It took him a moment or two, but at last the male did speak, and Surreal dipped her head gently in somber acknowledgement. “I am aware. I heard the Challenge, but shame upon me; I didn’t go to support Novella and Frith.” Her gentle, uniquely accented voice was solemn, as her eyes turned away from the sea to study the male. How many times had she felt what lay upon his face? Twice, her pack had been challenged for, and lost. The first time, her mother had rebuilt Valhalla no sooner had it been lost to Artemis. And then Viridiana, on some vendetta only she could have reasoned out, had challenged for Valhalla, no sooner than she had given them a cure for the plague.

She knew what he was feeling. That sense of loss. And she knew the anger in her own heart that came from a pack yet again waltzing into her home and taking it, with no thought about those who resided upon it. Sin would regret his choice to Challenge for Threar, and his choice to take the Plains. All in good time. He’d stepped on some powerful toes. Abaven was a larger pack, and Bass had seemed mad enough to take them all down single pawed. “I am Surreal Adravendi. I live in the western region with my family. The bastard who challenged for Threar claimed my home, Vericona Plains. He will get what he is owed, and then some. I promise you that.”

The wind shifted enough that the scent of another caught her nose, and she shifted slightly, facing toward the other. And Abaven female. Young. Glancing at the male, she raised a brow point slightly, offering him the choice of whether this wolf would be welcomed or not.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think