A Meeting with a Name

Twig was slowly settling in, she was old enough now that adapting wasn’t near as easy as it once had been. However strange their new life might be, as long as Corvus was at her side then nothing was impossible. Including making Avalon their new home. She had hoped to see more Abavenites show up, but they were alone beyond Solo. A man she never really got to know to begin with. She had hoped to maybe see Theory find her way here, but even the once alpha did not appear.

So she slowly settled in with Corvus, feeling too old to be making a new life, but even old dogs learned new tricks. Twig included as she made this place into a home. It was close enough that she had no desire to leave and find somewhere else, besides, Corvus seemed comfortable here and that was what really let her heart settle.

The season shifted to winter, which was a bit more harsh here without the tropical ocean currents that kept the eastern coast so warm. The snow was beautiful though, and the quiet was good for her soul. It also made hearing Corbie’s call that much easier. She had been trailing a small pronghorn herd along the borders of Avalon, but they were all too healthy for a single wolf like her to take down, so abandoning her task, Twig made her way to the warm barn. With the addition of livestock and straw it was actually quite comfortable. She dipped her head slightly to the alpha before making herself comfortable and saving a spot beside her for Corvus.