gone too long

Avacyn watched their pups go off on whatever adventure they would find for themselves this day. They were growing unbelievably fast and she felt as if she could hardly keep up with their never ending imaginations. She and Saracyn went their separate ways to divide and conquer the tasks that needed to be completed with the rest of their day. Even though the pack was probably at its largest that it had been in quite a while with Chimera's family joining their ranks, a large majority of those wolves were still either young pups or at the very least untested and untrained. It meant that a lot of work was distributed onto the handful of members that were up to the task so while she would love to spend her time focused on problems and issues more sizable than a simple patrol she knew that was valuable work to be done as well.

She had been doing extra patrols through the rock garden as of late since the founding of The Syndicate and that's precisely where she was when she heard the surprising voice of Albion calling for her. Her Advisor had not had his post long before vanishing once more and while she probably should have tried to find a different wolf for the role she had tried to keep the benefit of the doubt and trust that whatever had pulled him away was either a worthy use of his time or not his doing. Either way, she turned her path toward his call and picked up the pace to find him, the steel scales of her armor clinking lightly against each other with each loping step. Soon enough she spotted his pale figure among the large rocks and boulders and before she could address him she noticed what was laying at his feet. "Albion... What is this?" she asked with curiosity and concern as she looked uncertainly at the head of some unknown wolf that he had seemingly brought with him before she turned her dark gaze up to meet his.

"Avacyn Medacium"