Abaven had very much become her family, closer to some than others though they were all family all the same. Sometimes, families fought and bickered, but in the end they were all loyal to each other and that was what they did. She took another deep breath, holding it for a second and exhaling to clear her lungs as he murmured in agreement with what she’d said. Abaven acted like one giant, albeit occasionally dysfunctional, family and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Having other wolves she could turn to was more valuable than anything else anyone else could offer her and she’d found peace in that. “We may not act like it at times, like family… but families fight and bicker just like packs do… and I wouldn’t have Abaven any other way.” She admitted softly, regardless of what that meant. The Destruction family was at the helm, and they acted like a family, a true family close together… but that didn’t mean they didn’t think outsiders without a fancy name at the end like herself and Tinaro were anything less… right?
