Doing things out of order

Rhyme had been missing for a few days and Theory was worried sick. There was enough going on to keep her just busy enough to keep her from setting out and looking for him herself. She could only hope that he would return soon. A somewhat familiar call caught her attention and she readied herself to answer it. Putting on the mask of confidence had become easier and easier with each day that passed. It was almost real. When she arrived at the plains and saw Samara, Theo tilted her head curiously. The young alpha approached at a clip, slowing down as she came upon the dainty female. Her coloring reminded her of Shaye, and if not for her diminutive size, Theo might have done a double take. "Samara... correct?" She said, her brows furrowed. Once upon a time she'd accompanied her father and siblings to the Firefly Festival, but that felt like a lifetime ago. "What can I do for you?" Samara had joined Abaven under Shaye, but Theory had always had the impression that the black female was a drifter. Even now, she smelled... complicated. She'd been several different places recently, some of them other pack territories, but it wasn't her nature to interrogate.