Complications seemed to define their lives as she found her attention trained on her feet, watching each step carefully. The first season of her life had thrown by like it had been nothing; so much had been crammed into such a little time frame. Some of the things she had done would have been almost unbelievable for someone of the age she had been – then again, what about her screamed usual? Tinaro spoke and she gave a soft smile, still looking at her feet as she nodded. She had never admitted it, and certainly not aloud, but Abaven was her safe place. It was the place where she had been for nearly two years now, and it had raised her into the wolf that she was today.
Abaven was her safe place but part of her had dreams of creating her own safe place with a similar mission, taking the aspects she missed from her birth pack and combining it with the ideals she had learned within the pack she now called home. She didn’t know if that would happen though, it depended on how things worked out and she wasn’t sure she was ready for something like that.
She was an orphan, but most wolves would be orphaned at some time in their life because everybody died eventually. Even if you were an adult who lived a full life, you could end up an orphan at an old and ripe age. “Abaven is my family, and that is all that matters.” She agreed lightly as she spared him a quick glance. Lark and Tinaro and every wolf who could say that they were part of Abaven were her family.
Tinaro was very much family, a part of it that she was closest to. He was one of her best friends too, and he knew a hell of a lot more about her than most people.
