Her friend had considered a walk as she rose to her paws, for which she gave a grateful nod. Walks did wonders for her, most of the time, and she hoped that this one would be no different as she began a steady pace away from the water. There had been a question on her mind that she hadn’t asked, one she hadn’t even really considered until Harmony brought it up when she called the yearlings together. “Do you think we’re, all of us, Abaven, a pack, a family?” It was the one major concern that had been brought up by the healer that had really caught her attention.
Were they just a bunch of random wolves who happened to be in the same place at the same time? Was there a void between those who did not carry the Destruction name and those who did? She couldn’t really answer those questions, because she didn’t do enough poking around to answer questions like those.