another year goes by

Theory had answered the call a little later, hoping there was still room in the hunt. She had been meaning to get more involved with different duties in the pack. The only way she could hope to one day lead by Poem's side was to become intimately familiar with the day-to-day lives, starting with their ranked duties.

"Hello, hello! Am I too late?" She panted, stretching each one of her legs as she arrived on the scene. Benedict she recognized as a pack hunter, but the other two wolves were a touch unfamiliar. One was clearly an Abaven male, she had seen him around, but the female was an altogether stranger. "I'm Theory," she said to the trio, giving Benedict a familiar smile. It felt good to lend her help, even if she wasn't exactly a trained hunter.