The 'me' in the 'me and you'

Vail and Shaye discussed many topics after Solor continued on into the pack lands. Her mind had drifted to him easily throughout their talks, making the young she wolf feel guilty about compromising her head space. Shaye should have been her focus, and she was mostly. They were important topics, and Vail did her best to give Shaye the best answers she could come up with. As with any two beings they held different views, but she hoped she offered her sister sound advice.

When they could discuss no more Shaye sent her on her way and slowly Vail found her way back to Solor's trail. She couldn't help the way her lips turned up at the corners as she thought of him. His trail was easy enough to find, she jostled Notch on her back as she picked up her pace. The tiny pink bird flapped his wings in protest, but dug his claws in more. Enough that Vail winced as he grew more comfortable with his perch.

She navigated her way expertly, having only been in Abaven a few hours not stumbling on roots or running into trees seemed an accomplishment. Vail hadn't any need to go much further, Solor's big mostly coal colored form was easy to make out in the still bright sunlight. She didn't worry too much about sunburn, the shade of the canopy above was enough to protect her.

"Solor!" She called out when she knew she had found him, her pace slowing as she approached an old den. It seemed vaguely familiar, but Vail hadn't spent too much time here as a child. "What do you think of... Our new home?"