Sick of Riddles [Sparrow]

Peregrine reassured her that Abaven wasn't going to crumble under her. Sparrow was truly thankful.

The larger woman said she had just though Sparrow would have run her to the ocean, but promised that she would return as long as she was able. Sparrow wasn't able to hold herself back, she rushed forward and pressed herself into Peregrine's chest.

Peregrine said she would... be happy to call Abaven home? Her breath hitched. She was happy, but her throat stung and her eyes filled with tears. Sparrow buried her face into Peregrine's chest, hoping the larger woman wouldn't be able to tell she was crying.

After a moment, Sparrow tore herself away.

"I... have an idea," she said slowly, clearing her throat.

"My father told me Abaven was meant to rent out mercenaries. I though, maybe, taking that concept, but applying it to all of Abaven. Making Abaven a hub for trades and skills. Let wolves come to Abaven when they are in search of goods or in search of those with particular skills- or perhaps if they are wishing to trade their own good or skills for others.

"Then, have Abaven handle the rest. We need stock, though. We need to accumulate those with skills. We- I need someone who wants to travel. Someone who can spread the word and direct those to Abaven so that we can- one day- become a pack buzzing with activity from those both in and outside of out pack."

Sparrow paused after she had spilled her idea to Peregrine. A small smile rested on her face, her tears having dried.

"Do you... want to be our first traveler? Call Abaven home, but let yourself still wander- as long as you still come home in the end... more frequently than... you know... once a year."