The 'me' in the 'me and you'

She slowed to a stop before him as her question left her lips. Being able to refer to the both of them as a whole made a shiver go up her spine and butterflies well up in her belly. Pale pink ears lowered to her head as Solor answered, he was not in the wrong. Abaven seemed... Neglected compared to the pack she had been born into. Shaye was very much correct in her assessment, there was much hard work ahead of them.

Vail didn't miss the catch in his voice either, she tilted her head slightly in curiosity. Wondering what he was saying with out saying she found herself somewhat frozen as well. For years she had only interacted with her sister and the old hermit. Not a lot of room to blossom socially. Notch was ever her savior though, his claws dug into her shoulders as he used her as a spring board. The owl took to the air, almost jumping as he transferred himself to Solor's back and did what screech owls do best: screech.

Notch successfully knocked Vail out of her sudden stupor, and he hoped to do the same for Solor. The albino she wolf shook her head to clear it and made quick work of the remaining distance between them. Almost hesitantly she nuzzled into his chest and neck and sat herself between his front legs. Still avoiding the official talk Vail would address what her sister had said first.

"Well, I'm glad I've got you here to help me put in the work." She nibbled at his chin playfully, "Shaye will be busy within and outside the borders to begin with and asked if we would be willing to greet those who call on the border." while Shaye had asked Vail, the younger girl had no problem telling Solor what their responsibilities were. Though she was ignorant to the fact Solor was mostly a bodyguard in the situation. "She also suggested we start an herb garden." at this her voice gained passion, she had tended the garden with Notch's help on the mountain. She loved the job, being able to continue the task with Solor seemed a dream come true.