Overstepping

Thalia sometimes wondered if she'd ever quite grow accustomed to life within Abaven. Her upbringing had been somewhat tumultuous in its own ways, from her pack moving from one continent to the other to her parents departure relatively earlier in her life (and her sister even earlier), but she wasn't sure anything had been as suddenly jarring as ending up in Abaven. Nothing about this place felt like home, and part of her believed that to be a good thing. She shouldn't let her guard down, nor should she get too comfortable here, though settling in slightly might not be such a bad thing. She was reminded of precisely how out of place she felt at the sound of someone's arrival. She hadn't fully expected to run into anyone despite knowing it was a possibility, and she felt herself instinctively stiffen as she turned to search for the source of the noise.

The voice and the face that followed were unfamiliar to her, though it was impossible to assume he was anything other than Theory's father. This fact set her even more on-edge than anything else. She nodded a stiff greeting before finding her tongue. "Good morning," she responded in turn. Small talk was not her biggest strength; in fact, it was one of the things she likely struggled with the most. Thalia had never been good at relating to other wolves and having to speak to them in a private setting like this only made it more difficult. "You must be..?" Thalia trailed off, looking to him to finish her thought. She didn't quite know his name since Theory had never given it to her, but figured that she didn't need an introduction, remembering that Theory had introduced her at the most recent meeting.