Reclaim from wilderness

Bass had agreed to Motif?s proposal, that they each take a team and start on the work that Abaven needed. It was all mundane, physical work that she hoped would also help heal their hearts as they put their beloved home back together again. She had given Bass a warm kiss on his cheeks, a tender reminder to tell him he was loved, and that she was there for him before she backed away. Since returning to Abaven he appeared to come back to himself, but the protective flare burning in her heart was yet to die down, it would be a long while before she got the image of his hopeless form slumped on the caves floor.



She would move down towards the swollen river, eyeing it and making her decision, she would work on that and then the dens of the Abaven wolves, starting from the youngest, oldest and weakest and on-wards, but the River first. She would raise her head and call Rhythm, Mira and Wren to her. She wasn't sure why she was asking for such a small group when the task was a big one, but she knew those two woman - and she knew that Wren was spending a lot of time with Bass, and she wouldn't mind the chance to chat with her - knew they were capable of what she asked them and knew also that there was no one she would rather have at her side. She waited for them to join her so she could explain her plan in clearing out the stream of dead animals that polluted it purity and impending branches that would block its flow. She was nodding herself, staring at the stream in thought as she waited for her dear sister, closest Abaven friend, and someone close to her dear brother.