Teaching the ropes

She giggled as he grabbed her up into a hug to kiss the top of her head, shooting him with a playful glare as she shook her coat back out once he released her. She still grinned when he complimented her though, saying, "Thanks! I wanted to make a good impression." She nodded when he agreed to her question and began to lead them off toward their first destination. She glanced up at Marshal as he drifted overhead, remembering all the times her father's companions had accompanied her as a child. Being permanently back in the Armada for the time being had made her very reflective on her younger days, back before everything spun out of control, and sometimes she wished they could all just go back to those times. Everything had seemed so much more simple back then. But, then again, she wouldn't dare give up the growth she had accomplished or the relationship she had with Art so maybe the hardships were good for something.

While she was lost in thought and musing on her life the trip to the rapids went quickly and before she knew it they were approaching Abaven's border. She looked to her father as he nudged her, listening closely to what he said about the pack. She didn't know much about most of the other packs, but she had never heard anything bad about Abaven so she had assumed that they were probably pretty peaceful. She did make note of the alpha's name when it was given to her and she grinned as he gave her the chance to call for Theory herself. She gave a nod before tipping back her head to let out a howl to call for Abaven's alpha. Once she was done and she listened to the sound fade into an echo she slid the satchel off and sat it on the ground beside her while they waited, her tail wagging gently with anticipation.

"Briar Fatalis"