Ivy was beyond pleased that Branch had chosen her to travel to one of their newly allied packs and offer them a crafting lesson. Though she was wary that they'd follow up on their deal, she was willing to give them the benefit of the doubt and make good on her end of the deal. She could only hope they'd be halfway decent students, though being rather skeptical of strangers in general she wasn't so sure they'd live up to her standards. Either way, she'd make no outward sign of her doubts - as she traveled northeast to their nearby ally, Ivy Wreckage was the picture of natural confidence and sureness. The way her tail curled above her back spoke to her unwavering composure, though if anyone knew what she was doing as she approached Abaven's borders they'd probably wonder if she was half crazy.
Between her jaws was a bundle of tattered fabric, its contest mostly concealed as she walked. The journey, while not exactly a treacherous one, was complicated by the fact that she was carrying a lesson's worth of items between her jaws. Though she wasn't quite sure how the lesson would go, she wasn't the sort to doubt herself or worry about the possibility of failure. She would make sure Abaven got their worth out of her brief visit, no matter what. She slowed her pace as she neared the borders of Abaven, peering curious across their territory and scrutinizing it skeptically. Once she got her bearings and laid down her things, she lifted her head to the sky and let out a call for any who wished to learn.
