On The Far Side [Theory/Abaven]

After her stop at the Armada, she had ventured further east, stopping over to rest and sleep in a protected spot until morning. She was up bright and early, but waited until the pink of dawn had given over to gold before she found herself at Abaven’s border.

It had shifted from Shaye’s time, and the woman’s scent was nowhere to be found. She wasn’t up to date about all that had transpired in Abaven, between the deaths, the disappearances, the eruption, and the overall literal hell Abaven had been going through since she’d held a festival last Autumn.

However, the scent that held that particular tinge of an Alpha was a young female that smelled familiar… Theory? She’d briefly greeted the girl at the festival. Now, she lifted her muzzle, glancing at the further bag of goods she’d lugged all the way here. Part of her reasoning for being a bit slower were the multiple heavy packs she’d carried, much to Loshir’s displeasure given her circumstances.

She’d left one with Sirius before her departure from the Armada.

The song she howled was polite and relaxed, a friendly call for Abaven’s alphess. After all, as far as she knew, Abaven and Valhalla were allies. Whether Theory would choose to keep it that way remained to be seen.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think