Coming back from the meeting held in The Hallows, she had a lot to think on and consider. Having something so concerning right at their border especially with so many young ones running around the pack... She knew she would likely need to hold a meeting soon so everyone was on the same page on this topic, but first she wanted to unwind a bit and get back to what she had been looking forward to for most of her life–being a mom. She had gotten home late the night before after the pups had already gone to sleep and found her mother there with Saracyn. Avacyn had no doubt that their parents would be very involved grandparents, but she was very grateful for their mother's insistence on babysitting while she handled her duties as Matriarch. Having to balance being a leader and a mother was something she was still figuring out, but at least there was plenty of support around them.

After they spent the morning having breakfast, Saracyn went off to do his patrols and she hung back with the pups. Daemon and Fever quickly found something interesting to mess with at the edge of the clearing and that left her with Thyrus to get all of her attention. She chuckled as she playfully swatted a paw his way, batting back and forth with him as they played. An idea came to mind, however, and she paused as she asked, "Would you like to help me make something to thank grandma for watching you while I was gone? I'm sure she'd love it even more if it came from you." She knew her mother didn't expect anything more than a thank you, but their children were quickly showing just how smart they were and she had always channeled her own creativity into crafts of various sorts so that felt like a good place to begin with their pups as well.

"Avacyn Mendacium"

Thyrus was small but that didn’t mean he wasn’t mighty!  At least, in his own puppy eyes and imaginings.  He tended to try and nab the paw she was batting him with.  This ended up with him getting batted, instead of avoiding the paw, many a time but it certainly didn’t stop him from trying to win a game that had no real rules.  That spiked tail swished back and forth merrily at the game.

At Ava’s question, he paused the game and looked up curiously, “Sure!  What are we going to make?” What would his grandmother like?  Grandma was grandma and she was great but, what would she like?  Whatever it was, Thyrus had no doubt he could help with making it.

"Thyrus Mendacium"

Thyrus immediately took to her idea of making a gift for his grandmother which she was happy about, but then he asked what they were going to make and she hummed thoughtfully for a moment. She was no stranger to making things that didn't have a specific, useful purpose. She liked making pretty, decorative things on occasion–the carved castle she had once made as a wedding gift to the alphas of The Hallows, for example. She felt like that was probably the way to go for this gift given the fact that both of her parents had all of the armor and weapons they could possibly need and the pack had more than enough baskets, blankets, and other general tools at the ready.

She looked around the clearing and while they didn't have much in the way of flowers on Alias Island, there was a few patches of small clover flowers and such around and plenty of vibrant greenery and bright berry bushes. "Why don't you gather up some little flowers and pretty branches and then we can go to my workshop to find something to make a vase or arrangement out of them?" she suggested, looking to her son to see what he thought about the idea. Honestly, she was pretty sure her mother would be thrilled if one of them simply brought her a rock they thought was neat, but for the sake of putting some effort behind it they could come up with something more substantial than that.

"Avacyn Mendacium"