braying jackass

He certainly was a salty old man. Theory took a liking to his crass nature - it was a change of pace from Abaven, that was for sure. A brawl would certainly spice things up, but she had a few little ones running around representing the pack and would have hated for them to get caught in the crossfire. Theo had the feeling that this old man would find that to build character. Maybe she was handling them too gently. She blinked balefully as he fully answered her question. "Well, was it quite a hike for you?" she replied, a glint of mirth in her eyes. "Old bones and all that." They didn't have many elders in her pack, although for a pained moment, she figured that her own father might as well be considered an elder. Not yet. He was still her honorable beta, even if he wasn't always fully mentally present.

When he didn't offer his name, she didn't ask nor supply her own. She could play that game. "How have your lands been faring since the volcano?" Her unspoken question: any casualties? Theory settled down nearby. Abaven was so filled with youth that she hadn't had much of a chance to glean much wisdom from older wolves since Shaye had passed, aside from her healing lessons witb Rhyme. He was so preoccupied that she tried not to bother him much. She wouldn't ask for much from Valentine. Just a conversation