Where to Begin?

The ex Threarian had little to say in response to Surreal’s words, and she didn’t force him to speak up. The way his head drooped in guilt made her wonder if anyone had gone to support the Authors at the challenge. The nerves she saw in his eyes and movements when she gave him a choice as to whether the Abaven female would be welcomed or not brought a faint glimmer of amusement to her eyes, but she gave an encouraging nod. Make a choice, lad. He did, calling to the other with the same missive as he had to Surreal. It didn’t take an eagle to see how much it hurt him to say those words. She didn’t blame him one bit.

A high pitched cry from the sky signalled Battlesong’s presence, and the Ferruginous Hawk stooped, dropping from the heavens to land lightly on the sand beside the wolves. Her large eyes regarded the pale male momentarily before her beak clicked in acknowledgement. Surreal nodded lightly at the bird, before turning to look at Miksa. “I will be raising a pack in the west, whether Hellstrom is cleared soon or not. I imagine Abaven intends to siege Hellstrom for Threar’s fall. Though I imagine this young lady can tell us more of that if she can?”

Surreal tipped her head to the brown female before continuing gently. “ I will be offering a home to any of Threar who wish to work as a family and a team. If you work hard, you will be welcomed. The choice is up to you, of course. If you decide you want to, my family and a few friends are camped in Avian Estuary.” She used the word camped, a clear note that it was a temporary arrangement. She was considering moving north to the Valley and the Willows. Falk knew those lands better and would have less difficulty in traversing them. There was no pressure in her words; merely an offer of a home and extended family. It was up to him, now.

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