Near Light, Near Darkness

Brandr was pleased that Sparrow was doing alright despite the news that came with their new arrivals and the usual pressures of leading a pack. His thoughts had certainly turned to her from time to time. He smiled. "I'm doing well. It's been a bit quiet lately but I must say our efforts in hunting bison over the winter have really lifted my spirits." He hoped to engage the pack in another hunt but perhaps he ought to try something that could work as a bonding activity or maybe something else entirely.

He nodded about the new arrivals into Abaven. It was a shame that Dragoste had fallen but Abaven had been in sore need of new. "I agree, I hope once they get settled in they'll decide to stay and find a suitable home within Abaven. I must admit the news of these invaders does trouble me. With any luck they'll stay to the south." He knew though that hopes and wishes probably didn't mean much. Having a plan would be better but he had nothing more than fight like mad. If these 'Abraxas' tried anything while he was here he'd fight with all he had. It was a shame they didn't know more about the sorts of numbers the Abraxas had at their disposal.