they grow up so fast

i may not have a dime

"My name is Theory," she offered freely, still looking at Heloise hopefully. There were others to teach her, sure, but her primary instructors were preoccupied. Shaye was raising Vail's litter while Rhyme and Poem searched for Motif. There had been talk of assigning her a mentor, but nothing had come of it yet. "Everyone is... busy," she said carefully, unsure if it was okay to go talking about pack troubles with strangers. Heloise had a kind face, though, and she felt like she could trust her.

"Our healer passed away recently after giving birth, so my primary teachers are caught up raising the new litter. One of my siblings has gone missing, so my other two spar partners are looking for her." It sounded worse when she laid it all out like that. "And one day, I'm going to lead Abaven. So I need to be strong. Please... let's go again?" She asked earnestly, giving Heloise a fraught little smile. Theo had been working so hard to look past the bad things, but when she said it out loud like this, it sounded really tragic.

but i got street savoire faire