"Uh, yeah. Abaven controls the plains and the islands nearby. Not very far." He could be home for dinner if he wanted to be. "I didn't used to like it there. I was gone for a long time." Raising one paw, he scratched an ear pensively. He didn't like talking about it, but he also didn't have anyone around that was close to his age. "My parents died. Then my aunt who was taking care of my brothers and me... she died too. I haven't been happy for most of my life." He forced a smile. "Things are getting better though. My aunt Twig is taking care of me while I get healthy again. I'm learning how to hunt and how to fight." He hadn't started the fighting bit yet, but as soon as he put on enough weight, he wanted to try.
Maeva asked if he had any more feathers and Beat nodded. Carefully he collected the largest of the feathers in his mouth and carried them to the rabbit skin that she'd been rolling them in. He placed the feathers down and gave the skin another little roll. They would be held secure until she took them back to... wherever she came from. "Where are you from? A pack?" She didn't smell like a pack wolf. There was a wild scent about her.
"Chatting." & 'Thinking'
Aunt Twig may enter any of Beat's threads while he is underage.
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