flowers where your face should be

Life with Abaven was different, but not nearly as different as she was anticipating - despite the fact that adjusting to things here was a slow and steady process for her. Most of the wolves here were simply preoccupied with their day to day lives, from what she noticed; from the recent pregnancy and collectively looking after the newest puppies, to hunting and simply... living life. It was also no surprise that Theory was far too preoccupied to spend most of her time with Thalia, which was something she'd understood ahead of time. Such was the life of a leader, after all.

But Theory had made a point to request her presence today at the bay. It wasn't quite as picturesque as Thalia was sure it could be in the summer. The winter seemed to drag on and on, with little end in sight. It was even colder here than she remembered the west being - and far colder than Auster had ever been, at least from her own memories. Even though the sun was crisp and clear overhead it hardly broke through the bitter cold, even if it seemed a promising sight. She shivered slightly against a breeze that drifted in from the sea. The cold was easily forgotten as she spotted Theory and quickened her pace to meet her, lowering her muzzle to lightly bump her shoulder as she sunk down beside her.