What Do We Do With A Drunken Sailor?

Wolves, wolves, wolves. All the wolves. Lyra ignored them as she went into the water, ears flickering back briefly as she did so. The water was starting to get cold, and she wasn't a fan at all. She just wanted to hurry up, finish fishing, take a nap, and slowly swim back to shore... which would probably take her most of the day, if not longer. As she reached the little group, she realized she had already had a conversation with one of the individuals, and she nodded to him. The other two were Abaven wolves, and they both recieved a single head dip. Even while Abaven may be a weak, goody-two-paws type pack, as was demonstrated by both Rhyme and Shaye, she'd still give their wolves some bit of respect. However, this time she was gonna be focused fishing, and she once more sent a paw slicing through the water.

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