seen in a dream

Self-care wasn't something he was at all familiar with; he focused so much on those around him, from his mother and his long search for her, and now to his sister. She needed Spirit's help much more than he needed his own, and that was enough for him. He gave a little nod at her words, though was much more interested in what she had to say about her garden. Visiting sounded a bit terrifying - no, it sounded a  lot terrifying. He didn't know anything about packs besides Abaven and wasn't sure he was ready to find out. But he nodded politely at her suggestion, deciding if she really wanted her to visit he could push aside his nervousness to try. "Y-yes, I'd love that," he half-lied. He really would like to see it, he just wasn't sure he was brave enough.

And speaking of other packs.. what was Abaven like? The question suddenly seemed impossible, like something he couldn't begin to answer. "I-it's home to me," he started to explain quietly, his pace slowly slightly. "M-most of the wolves in Abaven are my family. W-we don't really get involved in the business of other packs. I-I guess we're neutral. It's quiet there." Was that what she wanted to know? He wasn't sure he'd given a very good answer.