Closing the book

Calls are the border were more frequent now that summer's bounty beckoned wolves to travel further from their borders. They were a welcome sound, even if the voice was unfamiliar. Theory raised her head from her place by the rapids and stretched out before heading towards the thicket at a clip. She was still struggling to put weight back on after the illness, but the divots between her ribs had begun to finally fade. At least her stamina had returned. Theory arrived to find a faintly familiar face at the border. It was like she was facing the remnants of a dream that had faded as soon as she'd woken up. Try as she might, she couldn't put a name to the face. "Hello, I'm Theory, Headmistress of Abaven. Have you come to enroll at the school, or...?" The stranger had an entirely unfamiliar smell. It didn't belong to any of the packs she'd recently visited.

"Speech"