How lovely are your branches

Solor wasn’t terribly surprised to see Shaye making her way to the border at the same spot Vail and Rhythm, and then Rhyme, had departed. He expected nothing else from the Alpha who was protective of both her sister and her Auntie. When she told him to come along, he was more then happy for this sanctioned reason to leave Abaven. He himself would have waited at the border for their return, trying to balance giving them time alone with wanting to know his little blind rose was safe.

He walked at Shaye’s side until he heard the call of Notch, and he moved his pace to match with hers as they trotted into the scene. The first thing he saw, was Vail, half tripped over an item on the ground. He went immediately to her side, steadying her, before moving a little more forward, sniffing the presents under the tree. Shaye ventured forth the idea that this was monkeys, and he was inclined to agree. “Do you think it’s sacred to them? Some… tradition? I wonder if we are about to have pissed off monkeys on our tails.” he said, grinning, as he gently knocked over a present with his nose.