Nap Time

Twig liked to leave pack lands to hunt rather often, she left the closer creatures for those who had no desire to leave Abaven’s borders. She enjoyed the freedom, and exploration. The eastern lands were becoming quite comfortable, and she was learning them well. Her hunting skills were slowly improving. However she had every intention of tracking down Benedict again and having him give her another fishing lesson. She still hadn’t picked that up.

Her mind was distracted as she walked, her uncle’s wife Vail was slowly dying. No one was completely sure the cause, but she would be gone before season’s end she was told. She was sad for her uncle and their children. She didn’t know her aunt by marriage very well, but that didn’t lessen the tragedy.

Delicate paws carried her forward, half hunting half exploring as she caught an unfamiliar scent. Twig followed it, curious and eager for a distraction when she appeared before the slender wolf. He had a bit of the black rock that collected here, but what he was doing she wasn’t sure. ”Hello,” she offered a bit timidly, not wanting to get into the way. ”I.. I was just curious what you’ve got going on there?” She asked as she waited for an invitation or dismissal.