we're gonna make it through the night

A pleased grin graced her face as Twig stated her purpose. More responsibility meant more help, which she desperately needed. Corvus has become one of her closest confidantes but it wasn't fair to let him shoulder all the burden. Rhyme was recovering slowly but steadily, for which she was thankful... but more help was exactly what she'd been looking for after she'd called the general meeting. "Thank you for continued commitment to our pack and family," Theo said seriously. She'd seen Twig hunt and fight now - what sort of responsibility was she after? "Where do you see your skills being put to the most use?" she inquired, settling down across from her subordinate. The idea was still strange. Twig was older and undoubtedly more experienced than her, but here they were, separated by rank.

There were times that she wished she could flee all this responsibility, find Thalia, and run away. To do that would tread on every tenet of her personality and Shaye's confidence in her ability. Abaven needed her. There was no going back. With more help from her pack mates she would persevere.