How lovely are your branches

Not one to miss the party, Shaye would see Rhyme leave Abaven, keeping a discreet distance from his mother and her sister. She grinned as she ducked out of Abaven after them. She was glad to see Rhythm and Vail spending time together, she wanted Vail to know her favourite Auntie.

She perhaps should have let them be, but with the slavers in the area, and that whole situation still ongoing, she was very reluctant to let the two most fragile, most precious wolves in her life out of Abaven without a decent amount of back up. Vail and Rhythm where her softest spot when it came to overprotectiveness.

When she saw Solor sitting sheepishly at the border, she let out a soft, warm laugh, shaking her head at him, her tail giving a friendly wag, even as her her head shook at him. “Come on then” she told her member, flicking him with her tail as she passed. With Solor beside her they would hear the screech of Notch, and well he didn’t sound terribly alarmed, they would both pick up their pace, and brush through the trees in a moment. “How.. do you think monkeys did it?” she asked the gathered group, not even slightly ashamed at what her appearance meant - that she was watching over them all. She couldn’t imagine any other creatures being nimble enough to do this.