lessons for lost boys

The kids had been on her mind a lot lately. After learning about the Abraxas occupation that happened in Corvus' youth, she was intent on making their childhood as stress free and memorable as possible. The odds were already stacked against her. So much loss... Theo tried to shake it off. She'd experienced loss and she had turned out just fine. Right? Maybe. Regardless, she wanted to try and create good memories in the wake of confusion caused by the eruption.

Theo lifted her head and called for Desolate and any of the other wayward children of Abaven. It was never too early to start training, especially if she could figure out a way to make it fun. Just regular sparring often bored her, even now. How could she explain it to a younger wolf so that they still found it engaging? Maybe a game of tag. Anything was more fun than "dodge this," "attack here." Settling in to wait for her pupil(s), Theory sat down and stared out over the relatively calm waters of the bay. The tide was coming in quietly, each wave lapping higher than the last. There was a brilliant summer sun shining above. This is a good day. We are going to have more good days.