Room to Grow

Atreyu found herself in awe of the island, as taken with the place as Azriel seemed to be, though she was in wonder as to who built this place and how. Oath responded to her question with words that brought a proud-of-herself smile to her face and she waved her damp spotted tail behind her. Yes, this was the place for them. If Atreyu and the rest decided they liked it enough, Atreyu would have to make a heavy decision. "It feels like we could live here for a long time. Something calls me to make a more permanent home for us." Atreyu couldn't put her paw on the reason she felt this way, perhaps some latent instinct for stability or structure - or maybe it was just time for Judila to finally settle again. Whatever the reason was, Atreyu knew she would have to act on it sooner or later, and she would have to prepare herself further. She was no conqueror, but she understood the way the world worked. If she wanted something more concrete, she would have to take it.

Oath spoke again, pulling her from her thoughts and planting a giant grin on her face. "It makes me so happy to hear you say that! I know there is a beach to the east, its shore, and waters glow in the night. Might be worth checking out." She hated to cloud his date venue hunt with duty, but perhaps they could kill two birds with one stone... "Would you mind if I sent you on a diplomatic mission while you look for a spot? I find we are sorely lacking friends in this new place, and I need to know who our neighbors are. We could go around together, if you wish." She needed to know what kind of wolves lived around them, but more than that, this was a bit of a test for Oath. He would make a fine diplomat to be sure, if that was what he wished for, and Atreyu hoped he was willing to take this trip with her. It would take them away from the band for a while, but it was necessary for them to grow as a band - and maybe one day as a pack once more.

"Talk." || Think || 'Hear.'