Aristocats

Shaye was taking Noir outside of the pack lands on a routine patrol. It was her turn with the younger wolf, and she thought bringing him along to a fresh scenery might do him some good. She moved through the lands outside of Abaven, occasionally pointing things out to him, like the tracks of a bear, or the migration of birds in the area. She didn’t talk much, but when she did, she kept it educational. She still wasn’t sure how to relate to the boy who had pushed her daughter. She wasn’t holding a grudge, she had let that go, understanding that to do otherwise would do more harm for him and her pack.

The roundabout path she took outside of Abaven took them to the Stone Steppe, and she looked at the ruins as they approached. “Have you ever been here before?” she asked him as she came to the first round stone planted in the grass. She nudged it with a paw, through of course it didn’t move. “I’ve heard that these were built by two leggers a long, long time ago” she explained, before ducking under an overhang and entering the main circle of ruins.

She stopped immediately after entering, cocking her head and looking up in surprise at the sudden growling hiss above her. She looked to the tabby cat as it puffed up its fur and hissed, and she couldn’t help but laugh. She had looked down larger cats then this, surely it didn’t think it could scare her away.

As she thought that, another growl sounded up deeper in, and then another, until multiple growls came from multiple throats. “Noir… I think we’d better back out slowly…”

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