It was time to step up her game once more. She need not to be Bass' and Motif's timid little sister. Hell, she was the sister of the alphas. She should at least try to keep up, and with all of these wolves expecting out of season, oh dear. Hopefully nobody would have a massive litter of children. Just three little devils running around would be perfect from each expecting mother. Venus, Wren, and Motif were all expecting. Only thing, was that nobody really knew who the daddy of Motif's festering children were. It was definitely not a wolf of Abaven.
Oh well.
With a small bounce in her step, the girl settled in the crowd, her side pressing gently against her sister that was Rhythm. Her mistmatched gaze swept over the crowd, looking for that familiar golden and russet pelt, but it wasn't there. He hadn't been around for months it seemed, even in her own absence. Where was Xae, too? Mocha ears pressed against her head, eyes dulled, but she still remained incredulous, to hear what was in the waters of Abaven from Bass.
