we're gonna make it through the night

Now that she was used to patrolling she was able to get a cursory border loop done quickly. Their lands were strange now but they were slowly becoming more familiar. She'd grown intimately familiar with Ibis Islands since their residency there this past winter. Her memories of the place were bittersweet, laced with the loveliness of her childhood and the Firefly Festival but cut by the misery of the volcano and ensuing confusion. She was growing less and less confused but that didn't make the path forward any more clear.

Theo arrived shortly after Twig's call, her ears pricked. She was eager to hear what the white warrioress had called her for; she'd done such a good job, from what Theory could tell, of stepping in and raising the orphans of the pack. Truthfully, the alpha didn't know much about child-rearing... but Twig had helped make the children feel safe and loved. That was important. "Twig," she said warmly. "What can I do for you?"