let me knight all of you!

Motif was down by the Rapids, what had once been her favourite of the Abaven territory, but belonged to the pack no longer. She was looking for salamanders, and letting herself be plagued by memories of her mother, and her childhood when it had still been carefree and enjoyable.

She heard the howl, and quickly put down the rock she had been searching under, turning her back on the past, and facing the future. She would not hesitate to race back to Abaven territory, to make her way towards where Theory called. She did not recognise this land, she hadn’t spent much time here, and had to tread carefully. When she arrived, she sat quietly besides Desolate, and looked up at her sister, waiting to see what she would announce.