Moonspear some beach, somewhere

the question orca poses after she comes out of her playful bow does not entirely come as a total surprise to jr, whom was sure that she carried scents of berries that inhabited the bramble upon her fur.

-yeah,- jr replies in ptero. -not too far though.- and she still holds fast that her hostility towards strangers and her inability to communicate via the gift of the gab that everyone else appeared to possess was still hindering. still, if she was to strike out on her own one day ... she had to learn to adapt. she had to take excursions on her own further than just the neighboring territories close to home.

-at least, not yet.- she'd always been content to be a homebody, or so she thought. but in truth, she wonders if, all along, she was clinging to the safety and comfort of familiarity. of family. of those who knew how to communicate with her.

-do you have any interest in travelling?- jr asks her niece, realizing that whilst it is her own fault, she couldn't say that she knew orca all that well.