somewhere only we know

Thalia didn't belong here, not at all... but she'd decided to come anyway. Her conversation with Eligos had only solidified what she knew needed to be done, even more so than Theory's invitation itself. Her ambitions were high and she knew the road ahead of her might be a treacherous one, given Abaven's history with the Abraxas, but she knew it needed to be done. Now that Aerie had settled in and had begun to explore the world around them, it was time for them to take action instead of sitting by idly any longer. On the other hand, that wasn't the only motivator beside her decision to head this way, but hearing Theory's call only confirmed what she knew to be true - she wanted to spend time with her, to prove she was a wolf of her word and that she could step up to whatever challenge the world presented her. Stay in Abaven for two seasons. She could do as much. She'd spent awhile skirting around the borders, even more anxious than usual at the prospect of facing her, but hearing her call - a summons not to her, but to all of her pack - felt like something that couldn't be ignored.

Her pace was slow, but increased as she neared the thicket. She didn't belong here, not at all, and the feeling was only exacerbated when wolves of Abaven came into view. Many were family, no doubt most (or, more terrifyingly, all) were faithless. They were not at all like the wolves she was accustomed to. Her discomfort was carefully masked as she made her way forward, making no effort to conceal her presence. She had to be on high alert here, but not in the midst of such a large gathering. Surely no one would openly strike, though she was ready for any possibly cries of discontent at her presence. Her thoughts were geared mostly toward Theory though, as she slowly moved into a seated position, not far from her.