I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care

The islands weren't really that big, especially for an alpha with restless paws. Theory felt like she could criss cross them many times in a day, unlike how long it might take to patrol the entire border of Abaven's homeland. It was just another disappointing reality, how cramped their space really was. She grumbled under her breath, grateful to be alone with her private, negative thoughts. Keeping a calm, collected exterior for the rest of the pack took all of her focus. When she was alone it felt good to let that carefully crafted wall crack.

At least the shores were always pleasant to walk. The lapping waves reminded her distantly of the rapids back home. Maybe Shaye was right. There was a reason they returned there, time and time again. Theory had seen how these last few disasters had aged her beloved mentor. The white that flecked her muzzle and the shadow of pain in her eyes could no longer be ignored. Theo would honor Shaye's wishes until her last breath. Abaven would return to their home come spring.

Catching wind of Corvus's scent across the salty air, Theory trod more eagerly towards its source. Her cousin had quickly become one of her closest friends and confidantes since Motif's disappearance and Poem's leaving (not to mention little Verse, still missing, and Noir who had eagerly fled the pack at the first sign of disaster). She was so grateful for his counsel. Soon she'd have to thank him personally, but as always, there was a new problem to tend to. Realizing that he was speaking to a stranger, Theory sped up and carried her head and tail high. "Oh no," she murmured, reaching his side. She brushed her shoulder against his in a touch of camaraderie before turning her attention to the stranger.

He was strange. The appendages that sprouted from his back were the least of her concerns though - he was clearly injured. The snow had begun to melt and she'd be amassing a shriveled collection of herbs, but it looked as if he most needed some fresh water and rest. "Abaven occupies these islands for the time being. We will gladly grant you shelter and clemency until you are recovered. Will you come with us? We can carry you if need be," she assured him. He was so small, a slip of a thing. His waterlogged caught made him look even smaller.