The Open Road

The warmth of the spring breeze finally returned to Abaven lands. The weather was not the only thing changing, the pups were growing like weeds. Poem emerged from her mother's den, though she still held on to her awkward puppy proportions she was looking more like an adult every day. Her limbs were the most prominent, and she struggled with controlling them. Shaye mentioned more than once that she would be just as tall as their father when she was fully grown.

She blinked back the bright sunlight as she moved away from the confines of the den. They were still restricted to the Rapids, though they were warned to be even more careful of the rushing water. It was becoming dangerously high with the spring melt.

Poem was quite tired of being warned of all the dangers she might encounter. Nothing bad had ever happened in her short life and she was quite sure the adults in her life were all over reacting.

The slate marked girl padded her way towards the Rapids, near the rocky outcropping she could sometimes find her father frequenting. He was missing from his place today, but something interesting remained. A sharpened antler had started to sink into the oversaturated earth, but around it herbs had started to erupt. Poem studied them quietly, trying to see if she could identify them compared to the dried herbs she did know.