ladies night

She blinked one eye open as she peered up at her sister. "Always am on the beach," Theo replied, returning her affection before slowly raising her upper half off the sand. "You look equal parts chuffed and irritated," she added, the kind of comment that only someone who knew you a bit too well might make. Poem had grown beyond her recognition from her time in captivity at the Armada, but they'd quickly fallen back into old patterns once she'd arrived home for good. Theory liked to think she knew her sister like the back of her paw, but she knew everyone kept secrets. After all, she'd never breathed a word of Thalia to anyone - or when she'd encountered Kai, technically an interloper, still on their territory after the raid. Secrets were healthy, right? Or maybe just necessary.

She glanced over at the cliffside before scanning back towards Poem. There were a faction of wolves that missed their territory on the mainland. With winter coming sooner than she'd like there were options to consider. The islands would always be here, but the birth of Rhyme's most recent litter and Rhythm's growing frailty were a constant reminder that not all packmates were able to make the trek. She was unwilling to make any concrete decisions yet, but a choice would have to be made before long. "Did you have a chance to visit with Valhalla during their festival last season? It went on for quite a while, but I can't remember if I caught your scent there." Of course, there was also the strange and illicit gathering she'd stumbled upon all the way across Boreas. Thoughts of Noir danced in her head. She wouldn't ruin the mood yet...