It had been a bit of time since Serra's paws had carried her away from the lands of Abaven; the better part of a season, perhaps. She had enjoyed her last trip aay. The rain had not been the most pleasant of things, but the male... Well, he hadn't been bad. The comfort of having another when the skies were pouring was not easy to forget. Indeed, Serra looked back on that day with a kind of fondness that she typically saved only for time spent with Quelt.
For so long, Quelt had been the only thing that mattered to her. But he had lost his love, Irune, and she didn't know what he would do next. Would he leave his family again? Perhaps following the heart meant leaving family behind sometimes - it would explain him abandoning his pack in the first place. With that in mind, Serra would not be surprised to wake up to a pack empty of her brother; she didn't trust him as she had, not anymore. There was no going back to what they had been before he'd left. But she had followed him, leaving the rest of her siblings behind, and she was happy enough here, she supposed. At least in Abaven she stood a chance at making something of herself - there was little room to grow in a stagnant monarchy, after all.
As Serra wandered, she found herself listening, ears pricking towards a distant voice. It was just close enough that she could make out the words - and that the voice was familiar. Newol, Serra thought with a smile, and the slate colored creature began to pad towards the other. "What is it that is so far away, Newol?" Serra let the words escape her maw as she approached the male, tail waving a slow path in the air. "Pleasure to see you out here, by the way." Though her voice was friendly and polite, Serra was more excited to see the other than she let on.
"Speech"
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