things change, friends stay the same

The Spirit listened to the small report of the things that had gone by, smiling faintly at the word of children. Her ears perked forward with interest as Theory segued neatly into discussion of the changes she would be making to Abaven. A school. It was certainly interesting.


“If you don’t mind, I’d like to send our script to your school to be taught. Eventually, my hope is that any alpha will know a message from Valhalla on parchment by the script and runes.”


A wider smile touched her features as she listened to the rundown, nodding to herself. “Perhaps in future, or sooner, some of Valhalla’s wolves might spend a tenure at the academy. I certainly like the idea. You will make a fine headmistress, Theory.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think