She was enjoying the more roomy den, noticing that someone had done some fine work making it bigger and a bit more roomy to comfortably fit their growing forms plus that of their uncle. It was feeling more like home and not a temporary thing and things were really looking a lot brighter since coming to Abaven. Ig and uncle were training, she now had a mentor that seemed eager to teach her, and best of all she was learning things she had once thought impossible. She still had the nagging, darkened thoughts of this all was too good to be true, that history would repeat itself and they would be abandoned once more.
She moved away from the den, heading into the plains. Moving along at an easy pace she tried her best to look over the tall grasses, but they were a lot taller then her. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do today, but she was thinking maybe it was time to explore the other two territories the pack held claim over. They were safe here as long as they stayed within the borders of the pack. So she would stay within the borders and she would explore, look for something interesting or eye catching. She did spot something eye catching, a familiar form sitting upon a rock up ahead with his back facing her. She smirked for a moment before moving forward to the rock and climbing up on it beside him.
"What are you doing up here Ig," she asked her brother while looking out over the tall grasses.
"Actaea Talk", & 'Actaea Think"
Boris the Boar and Lorenzo the opossum are assumed to be with her at all times.
Note: I do not have a reference of her scars yet, please refer to her appearance section of profile to read about them
