On The Far Side [Theory/Abaven]

She listened, brow points furrowing with surprise at Theory’s news of Winterfell. It was a mess, that sounded for certain. She hadn’t personally heard of the Hajarrandi—perhaps she’d been too insular. However, the raid she herself planned for Lirim was a mutually agreed raid, planned well in advance between herself and Torin.

“We are allied with Winterfell, but I will keep this in mind. Valhalla’s planning a raid on Lirim, but I spoke to Torin to ask what he thought about it before I made it known to my pack at large. We’re sister packs, and it’s a good chance to see where our weaknesses lie and work on them. We may raid back and forth and make sport of it. If he hadn’t agreed I would have decided against it.”

Her tail flicked, long hair flowing over the sand and her paws as she pondered. “It’s been a long time that my pack and Abaven have been allied. I’m afraid we don’t interact often enough. Can you think of any inter-pack activities Abaven and yourself would enjoy? We’re always open to joint fight training, hunting and healer training.”

There was no demand in her tone, only an interested attentiveness. She wouldn’t begrudge Theory’s choice if the young woman chose to keep interactions minimal.

She paused with a soft, “Oh! I brought some trade goods with me. I won’t ask anything in return—I’d just be happy not to have to lug the saddlebags all the way home.” The last words were carried on a chuckle as she turned and tugged the bags out in front of her for Theo’s perusal.

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