This is our family

"Which path..." Theory mulled it over. Was there any other path? She loved Abaven as it was: a hearth-home, a peaceful shelter for those who need it, and a family. It was a place to grow. "I want to follow the same path," she replied earnestly. "To me, Abaven means shelter. It means strength. It means family. We take care of each other, and that's important to me." Her tail wagged cautiously. Was this the answer Shaye was looking for? Guiltily, Theory knew that she shouldn't be looking for approval. Soon it would be time to make decisions on her own. Her words were true, though - Abaven meant all of those things to her.

"No, I don't know the origins," she admitted, looking away in embarrassment. The fire, Tana's death, Motif's disappearance, Noir's skulking... it had all happened so fast. There hadn't been any time for some of the more traditional lessons that she might have had as a pup. Theory made a mental note to commit Abaven's story to memory so that she could pass it on to the new young members of the pack.