Broody Moods

Theta eyed Actaea, where had they been? It seemed as if everyone she’d met so far had heard about the pups coming to Abaven. Theta also wondered how one of her relatives had ended up in Abaven. She didn’t know much about their family history yet but it seemed odd to find an aunt in one of the most lame packs. Come to think about it she knew about uncle cloud but nobody else; it took a while to get from Erovrare to Abaven. Was the rest of her family the weird nice wolves? Was her father the only wolf in the family with his head on completely straight? If that was all true then it was no wonder that they lived so far away from everyone else.

Theta couldn’t imagine the rest of the world being against her father and the Praetor ways, Noir seemed like an alright guy. The world needed some straightening out that was for sure, when Theta got old enough she was definitely going to take part in doing that. No way was society going to be all nice and sweet under her watch.

“That’s strange, it seems like everyone knew of our arrival.” Theta was still looking at Actaea, a wolf so odd deserved attention. “I could also say the same about you considering Abaven isn’t the most intelligent of packs.”