Broken Antler Fen Gone fishin'!

Kareja had only been here a matter of months, but she seemed comfortable in the pack lands. Aviana remembered Stitch from the meeting, but didn't recall the Embry that the other female mentioned. She was grateful for the information and stored it away in her brain, waiting for a use later. 

Aviana went down to her belly in the cool water of the shallows, still facing Kareja. They were far enough away that Aviana felt comfortable, but close enough that they wouldn't have to yell to converse. She eye the female intently, considering the questions she wanted to ask. If Aviana was going to stay here, she needed to put some logic behind it and stop fearing the wolves she didn't know. So, she asked. What do you know of Valtyr? He was the one male here she had instantly disliked, enough that she had almost snapped at his face before Seb had distracted her. He hadn't been unkind, but it was simply a vibe that Aviana hadn't liked. She was not generally an insubordinate wolf, but emotions had ruled her for quite some time, and that wasn't an easy thing to just let go of.