seeking greenery

She continued her hunt through the roots as she listened, pleased to find a few strands of unaffected marsh marigold. They were crushed and sopping wet, but they'd dry out and work in a pinch. "She certainly did seem to think she'd win handily," Theory chuckled. He seemed to be a shrewd man, and she could appreciate that. It was good to know that even if the Empire was a force to be reckoned with, they weighed their movements carefully. A force of their numbers would be a nightmare if they were rash. Abaven had long since kept to itself, but she did hope that Sparrow wouldn't bring trouble to their door by association. There was love for her cousin in her heart, but if it came down to it, would it outweigh the love she had for her pack? Likely not.

Theory almost sputtered a laugh when he spoke of his son. That dreadfully behaved horned menace that has shaping up to be Fable's frequent playmate? His son? Given the demeanor of the man, she had to imagine what he thought of his impudent child. "His, ah, loitering - as you put it - has led him to cross paths with my niece. They seem to be fast friends. Consider him welcome, despite his attitude," she quipped. "I find it's important for children to develop bonds outside of their pack. It broadens their horizons - would you agree?"