Overstepping

Thalia was uncomfortable here in Abaven, but she knew it was where she belonged. She had no desire to sever her ties with Theory no matter how out of her element she was here. It seemed inevitable somehow that she'd ended up here; it was as much a personal decision as it was a choice for the greater good of her family. The Abraxas weren't going to cower in the shadows any longer; soon enough the world would no doubt realize just how valuable they were as an ally. Thalia would personally make sure her influence was known and valued here, even if it took time to properly assimilate.

So far, she worried she wasn't doing the best job, but all she could do was continue to try. Learning the lay of the land and the makeup of the pack was an important first step. "Ah. Nice to meet you," she responded after a brief pause. She felt the slow, familiar ebbing of anxiety begin to build within her chest as she realized she had no idea where the conversation ought to go from here. "You're not disturbing anything. I figured I'd patrol a bit this morning. Still getting used to the lands," she explained carefully. It was strange to not be surrounded by family and like-minded wolves but she was slowly adjusting, though she had no idea whether she should completely let her guard down now - or ever at all.