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Abyss’ gaze remains fixed and unwavering- the only betrayal of their stoic expression being the faint clenching of their jaw, or the subtle flexing of their toes into the soil. Still, these movement are hardly noticeable- Abyss is a creature that blends into the background- a phantom poised to strike.

There were three options when faced with danger- flight, fight, or feint. Each had their purpose, in the right moment and time- choosing one over the other was not a form of cowardice, in the appropriate situation. They would face dangers that would force them to flee, if it meant returning to fight again. Not all battles were linear. Abyss was slowly starting to understand this, as their Mother’s teachings blended with the scenes Abyss had watched from the shadows. The pack’s politician came to their mind- how they’d watched him wield his silver tongue to manipulate and avoid violence.

As Mother finishes her teaching, Abyss does not nod, does not shift- there is no impatience, no eagerness to speak. Their face is impassive, but there is a trace of emotion in their gaze- a hint of understanding, of curiosity. That their mind was processing the information, having learned something of value from the lesson.


"Speech"