Perfect By Nature

She had been busy with the preparations and many, many discussions over the coming changes to the pack's structure and of course that was all on top of all of her usual daily duties and trying to keep up with their very quickly growing children. Still, she insisted on carving out a bit of time to go check on her sister and see how she was settling back into the pack. She hadn't seen Fiametta around much in the days that had passed since she and Saracyn found her in the lake, but Fia had tended to keep to herself when she was younger anyway so Ava didn't think too much of it. She assumed Fia would have moved back into her old den and as she came around the bend in the mountain path toward her sister's den she spotted the low fire outside of it and knew her hunch had been correct.

As she drew closer and spotted Fia laying outside next to the fire and eventually caught the smell of alcohol on the breeze Ava started to wonder if perhaps she should have checked on Fia sooner. She walked over to Fia's side, spotting the bottle near her. Avacyn certainly had no issue with her sister drinking–she partook in a wine or mead with their dinner pretty frequently, after all–but Avacyn could pretty quickly tell that Fia had been in this spot for some time and to be drinking like this in the middle of the day was concerning. "Fia? Are you alright?" she asked as she settled down beside her with a little tip of her head.

"Avacyn Mendacium"