Two Rivers Isle A potato should always be with its friends in a fruitbowl! Otherwise it's potato-cism

She did not slow, which Aeronwyn was glad for, the easy-going walking was nice. "Good." she replied to her friend's answer, a smile playing on her muzzle. "Pyro is quiet, but from I glean, by no means dull. He seems a bright child." she said casually, thinking of her own experience with the child. Like Malice, Aeronwyn saw no need for any dominant nor submissive behaviour, Malice was an unchallenged leader in Aeronwyn's eyes. She had ambition, but power was not one of them, oddly enough. Sure, perhaps she would like to step into such a position one day, but for now, she was content. Leadership was a constricting thing, she preferred her relative freedom.

"What of you, Malice? How do things bode for you?" she asked, sincere. Malice seemed quite content with all that was now, her life with Burke, her pups, her pack. She had so much, Aeronwyn realized. Perhaps she would be content to settle as such one day.