whisk me away

After a couple days of being in the Abaven pack Theta had come down to a simmer as opposed to a full on boil. She still wasn’t happy about the current situation but she was willing to put up with it. Anger and frustration were hard things for her to let go of so they tended to stick around longer than anyone else would welcome them.

Theta had gone over to the rapids section of the territory to watch as the water flowed past. She watched it with a wish that she could be in it, a river that flowed far and away from where she was. It would carry her back to Erovrare, her father, and the other pups. She willed that the wind would blow strong enough to knock her in, hoping that this fantasy could come to pass.