A Hunting We Will Go

"Mistress...?" Theory asked, tilting her head from side to side. The word sounded and felt strange in her mouth. Ashen didn't sound like any of the packs she had discussed with Shaye or Rhyme. Was it new to these lands, or was it a group that even her father and Shaye were unaware of? Theory found that hard to imagine, but it was possible. Adults didn't know everything... just most things. Maybe Zee could tell her more about this Ashen. Theory would be a year old next season, one step closer to helping Rhyme and Shaye lead Abaven in a tangible way.

"No, no, we didn't have to travel far at all. Just beyond the cliffs are our lands," she said, gesturing across the span of water towards where the plains looked out over the sea. At night, the view was rather picturesque. "Did you travel a long ways to get here?"