My demons

Patrols never ended. It didn't take half as long to cover the ground of Ibis as it did to patrol their home territories. Their range had shrunk significantly. Theory criss-crossed the islands several times a day, always alert for strange scents. She longed for the day when she'd scent Poem or Motif's return, but for now she kept herself busy looking for strangers or anyone who needed help.

The scent of another pack tickled her nose. Theory scented the air and followed it to its source, happening upon a black female drinking lazily from the creek. She didn't seem to be effected by the recent disaster - in fact, it seemed like she didn't have a care in the world. Theory's hackles raised a bit and she lifted her head and tail in a display of dominance. This was their home. "Hello, stranger. What brings you to Abaven's lands?"