where life takes us

She was busy clearing out the last of the dens in the thicket when she heard a call at the border. Theory picked her head up, covered in bits of leaves and twigs. A newcomer? Perfect - she was excited to see where the encounter might lead. Taking a moment to nibble the bits of detritus out of her fur and smooth down some stray hairs, Theo loped to answer the border call. Springtime weather was in high spirits today with heady gusts of winds across the thicket. Leaves rustled against each other musically. It was one of those bright, promising days that made it feel like only good things would happen today. A strong, heavy-built young male waited at the edge of the territory. "Hello!" she called out, pulling up alongside the Abaven side of the border. "I'm Theory, and I'm the Headmistress of Abaven. We've re-established ourselves recently as a school - a neutral grounds for those seeking knowledge and to build their skills. How can I help you?"