Rewrite Your History
09-24-2018, 08:06 PM
It was so strange to be back with Abaven’s borders, to see the familiarity of the pack lands, and the difference wolves made to what she saw. The quiet got to her, creeping in whenever she wasn’t looking. Abaven had been a lot of things in her time, but quiet wasn’t one of them. It needed life, pups, running amok about her feet, healers humming in their dens, hunters dragging prey across the soft soil. Most of all, it needed Bass, the man she had once looked up to, who had taught her much. When she crossed the scent of Sparrow, she grinned with joy. She wasn’t the only one here - she had known that, but it was hard to remember, with the quiet of the pack, and the empty dens that faced her. She bounded forward, reminded of days as a puppy, leaping across the rapids, finding feathers in the grass. Hunting Salmonders with Rhythm and Finch. Nudging Sparrow from her den when she didn’t want to face the world. Teamwork, and family. She didn’t know how Sparrow had survived this long, virtually alone amongst the Abaven borders, but Shaye had only the deepest respect for the woman for hanging on. She found Sparrow, and gave the much shorter woman a nuzzled greeting. “Cousin” she murmured warmly. “I was so happy to find you where still here. Through i’m curious, tell me, how did the mantle of leadership fall to you, old friend?” |
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