Moonspear some beach, somewhere

Orca sought out either @Sable or @Towhee Jr after a bout of wrestling with Seal. Her sweeter sister was a good warmup, but Orca was no bully when it came to their matches. She let Seal get in her fair share of nips and bites, but she got the sense that Seal didn’t love it for sport as much as she did. Their relationship, though, was very much so give and take; Orca might not love all the things that they did, but she sure loved Seal and spending time with her. 

Still, she wondered if Sable or TJ might like it better. With greater range of exploration allowed, Orca did her best to use her nose in an endeavor to find them with a light gait and a pleasant disposition. She also loved her other relatives after all.

after her small excursion outside of moonspear by herself: a small taste of the others she finds herself planning, towhee jr finds comfort in the routine of patrol.

her eyes and nose are keen; alert.

she smells orca's path as her other niece and playmate draws nearer, on a certain collision course.

jr diverts from the borders to meet orca, unaware that she was one of the wolves her niece had been seeking. -hey orca,- jr signs upon the visage of the other girl coming into her view.

Whether it be habit or understanding, Orca spoke to aunt TJ in ptero only when it was just the two of them nowadays. Her tail waves as she sees her up ahead, and Orca romps in her direction, ending up in a play bow when she was right in front of her. 

But the scents on her were a little distracting. Orca’s nose twitches as she looks up at her aunt, who was the spitting image of granny T. Springing upward, Orca greets her cousin with a -Hey! You went adventuring?- Seal actually just had, too, with Sialuk… but Orca had yet to see the appeal in whatever was beyond. Or whoever.

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.