Apples don't fall far from... well you know

Alarr explined the pack was called Avalon and that the alpha was the woman who had defeated the Fatalis pup. It all came back to her after a moment, "That's right! Gotta love anyone who knocks a Fatalis down a peg or two!" It had been a good match. There had been several good matches lately, and Sparrow hoped they would keep up.

While Alarr's smile faltered for a moment, his statement wiped Sparrow's completely. "No," she said, her voice a stiff grumble. "And I try not to think about it too much." She looked away, her expression instantly darkened. She tried not to think about it, but she did anyway. "Came back one day and the whole thing was gone. He talked once about leadership being stressful and I encouraged him to knock off and lay back a bit, but you know how he is. I can't imagine he suddenly took my advice to heart." It troubled her, it really did. She liked to imagine he fucked off to wherever their old family was from or maybe the original pirates. "I don't know what even happened to the pack. I haven't seen anyone until you just now."

It seemed dumb now that she hadn't gone looking or asking, but she wasn't worried at first. She thought maybe they moved pack, maybe they took a vacation, who knew? Sparrow had been busy keeping up with her own thing and laying down roots with the pirates. "How long has it even been?" She asked dryly, her voice scratching up. It had to be- god- a year or more.