Risk Taking

Miksa’s answer was returned with a smile and a gentle “Good.”, and as he slowed, she stepped a few strides ahead, turning to face him and seating herself as well, flicking her tail to settle about her hips, posture straight, but relaxed. His return of the question was one that she pondered upon for a few breaths. Despite all the problems that had arisen lately, she was well; she had her family, her friends, and a plan. She was healthy, sound, sane. And despite what some might say, at six, she was still in her prime of life.

Finally, she nodded. “I am well, Miksa. Though I do think we’ll be moving soon. My mate is blind, and he’s not adjusting well to the Estuary.” here was a sad note to her words, quickly shaken off as her smile returned, mismatched eyes noting the slight show of nerves in the young male before her. “Celestial will still be rising. And my offer is still open to you, and all of those who once were Threarian.” A home, a place where they could work for the betterment of their pack. Of course, lax attendance to their duties would be dealt with strong penalties. And her own family were not exempt from this rule.

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