when the floodwaters come it's gonna look like mud

Theory · 08-30-2021, 04:11 PM

With the latest litter in Abaven reaching majority, it was an exciting time. Theory loved seeing the paths they chose - even the ones who chose to leave. Although it was a painful mark on her heart, she was also grateful that they grew into their own and felt comfortable leaving. Regardless if they chose to stay or leave, it was a time of change and growth. It was strangely humid for fall. Heavy mist hung in the thicket as she made her way back towards the river and her den. Patrol had just finished up and she was getting ready to pass it off to the next watch when she heard a young voice from behind her. She paused and turned, dipping her head briefly in greeting. "Solo," she smiled. "Of course, my ears are yours." Good! He's taking initiative! There was precious little she wouldn't do to help Abaven's next generation achieve their dreams. She'd never had a choice of her own. Theory would fight to ensure that always did.

"Speech"

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