I'll Keep A Bedpan Lit For You

Mæva was eager to hear about her sister's adventures. She was sure that Mara had plenty of interesting, and possibly embellished, tales to share. In some ways in sister's reappearance made her heart ached. She missed their tight little group. Originally she thought she'd be traveling with her father and siblings forever, but that clearly hadn't worked out.

Mæva feigned insult. "Heyyyy, you mean older, as in aging like a fine ass wine. But yea, I've been busy. I actually decided to join a pack here in the east and give it a try for awhile. Abaven's a pretty laid back group and I've been getting a lot of hunting done." She gestured to the hole in the ice where her lemur was tending the line. "Thought I'd try some ice fishing, no luck so far. I take it you're still traveling solo? Have you run into dad or anyone else?"