to the third power

She was coming down off the adrenaline high, besides fighting with Sirius for her sister’s freedom Poem hadn’t experienced such intense feelings. They’d managed to ward off their attackers though, and beyond keeping their hard earned supplies they’d sent a message to the world that Abaven was not a pushover. She hoped the news made it back to the lawless slavers that made Winterfell attack in the first place.

Theory was beaming when she arrived at her call, still battered and bruised after the big fight with Acere. Taking on such an experienced warrior was commendable and Poem was proud of her sister even if she hadn’t won. ”We did!” Her excitement was as obvious as her tiredness. Both girl’s fur was a mess and their efforts obvious in the dried blood on their pelts. ”I didn’t know if we could, but we did!” How great was this win for Abaven’s morale? She felt like they’d been lost for so long.