bittersweet symphony

Theory answered the unfamiliar call once the entire party had arrived at the border. She was met with an array of familiar and unfamiliar faces. The young alpha scanned each face, dipping her head to Tyrian, Alarr, and Valentine. She recognized all of them from meeting at one point or another. The small, frail older female who seemed to be the source of the call made her heart skip a strange beat or two. It couldn't be, could it? But this was Valentine and this was a forwarding party from Legion. "Hello, I'm Theory, alpha of Abaven," she said slowly as she continued to assess the situation. The greeting was mostly meant for Rhythm and Torrent, both wolves she didn't recognize. "I see you've come from Legion. Is there something wrong? How can I help?" she asked, sitting down to hear them out. Try as she might, her eyes kept returning to the older female. It couldn't be...