wakeup call

Corbie listened with fascination as Torben began to open up a little, telling her about the sort of community he'd grown up in. It sounded so... ideal. It sounded like the kind of place Tornach would have genuinely loved.

She nodded when he described how the packs travelers in his past had been. Though the packs here didn't do much fighting within themselves, the politics seemed tense and complex. The day before she had spoken with Ardyn, and the political climate he'd described to her had seemed... well, tense, and complex.

"That sounds like a wonderful way to live," she said wistfully. "A community of people and families who come together to live peacefully. Working together instead of struggling separately."

That. That was what she wanted for herself someday. Not a nomadic band, not a traditional pack, but... that. A community.

Focusing back on Tornach she smiled apologetically for her attention drifting. "It sounds like a very different sort of life than here. How are you adjusting?"