You Fought It Hard

Balthier heard the call from the border that was more of a rarity now a days. He didn't directly go towards it, it wasn't his duty to. But while he was out practicing patrols so that one day he would be in place of someone that would be patrolling on their own or at night, he happened to move along the border and notice Theory and the woman she was talking to.

Normally he would move around them, because again it wasn't his job to and Theory was perfectly capable to handle it herself as the alpha. But what he recognized was the other woman's markings. Her russet tones and the marks on her legs, Aranea's markings.

He found himself stalking at first, carefully closing the distance between himself and them, but he was able to catch light of her looking for Aranea's kids which had sealed the deal for what he assumed. He finally found more confidence in approaching them fully, still allowing Theory in front of him with respect as his elder and Alpha, "Hello, Theory." He greeted before addressing the woman in front of them, "Those are Aranea's markings. This is Nuada, my sister." He had never met her though, only heard that she had attacked Aranea from his mother's mouth. "Should we... bring them here?" He questioned Theory, wondering if because she was an outsider from another pack that it would be safer to bring his other siblings here to meet her instead of allowing her to come into Abaven lands.

"Balthier"