Learning From The Best

When Andy asks if she can enter, the older woman’s voice ushers her in and the pup is quick to enter and approach her teacher. Seating herself in front of her auntie, the girl softly offers, “I am Andromeda but please, call me Andy.” A gentle smile is offered as she looks over the small woman, noting the way life has turned her muzzle gray and etched weary lines into her form. Head cants as she looks to her wise teacher and gently asks, “You have known my mom and dad for a long time… right?”

Sadness tugs at the lines of the girl’s face as she looks to her aunt, wishing to know every bit of the plethora of information she must have on her parents… particularly the mother she did not get the chance to know well. Soft tones gently ask, “What were they like? You know, before all this?” A lavender paw vaguely gestures around them, as she tries to show that she means the Armada as a whole. What were they like before the responsibilities of the pack? What were they like as friends?


"Andromeda Fatalis"