On The Far Side [Theory/Abaven]

Theory couldn't bite back a surprised laugh. Yes, she supposed she had grown a lot since she'd last seen Aurielle. Time had passed and she'd filled out almost without noticing. Other things had occupied her thoughts - mostly Abaven. Sometimes Thalia. Occasionally Noir, Verse, and others she hadn't seen since the eruption. As her mind had been turning and her paws had been busy, she'd filled out as an adult. This season was her first heat but she'd been able to ignore it for the most part beyond a mild discomfort. Samara had stepped forward as a surprising comfort. Although her and her sisters had been left motherless, she counted them lucky in the support they did have. Rhyme was looking more and more like his old self and sweet Rhythm had come to Abaven to rest her bones. They were surrounded by the comfort of family. "I suppose I have grown. I'm glad to hear you and Valhalla are well. Abaven is good," she trailed off, wondering if word of the raid had reached the maned alpha. "Winterfell came to raid last season on behalf of the Hajarrandi. I'm not sure who their next target is, but we staved them off. Acere posed it as a kind of training, but I no longer consider them the allies they once were. Trust once broken - well, it's hard to piece back together." Theory watched Aurielle closely, wondering what her reaction might be.