if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Okay, so maybe this whole pack thingie majig was still kinda a confusing affair. After all, though Abigail was nothing short of a social butterfly, the girl herself tended to cower at large crowds. There was something about those big groups of people that made her nervous. Maybe it was her petite frame both as a human and a panda. She was more prone to be trampled on then, say, her polar bear bestie. Either way, when Malia told her about this pack thing she was totally curious - how could she not be when Malia was like....super duper into it?! Maybe she should have asked Arlo about it before she agreed to join it but....it was too late now. Besides, that Frost fellow seemed kinda nice. He called her a VIKING. Not that she had known what it was at the time (other than having the word 'King' in it...and that was kinda cool wasn't it? Maybe she could tell Dorian she was 'King' too now!). She supposed the kid thingies weren't...the worst either. At the very least they hadn't resorted to pulling on her hair first thing so...she supposed she could kinda handle them and the other girls there seemed kinda friendly too so that was nice! It'd be nice to have a group of friends - that's what they were...right?

But! No group of friends could be completed without her bestie. It was like...a necessity. She wouldn't even consider making herself home there without him -- not that she intended to really live with Frost and his friends. That just sounded like...terrible. She didn't like them that much. Regardless, that invitation from Frost had resulted in immediately agreeing on a condition, one she was presently attempting to fill, even though it wasn't exactly easy. After all, it wasn't as if Mr. Polar Bear had exactly given her his phone number or anything, much less his address...she was a determined little thing though, relying upon those panda senses to track him down. She was like a bloodhound! On a mission! Except...not. Her adventure, however, led her to the front of a rather intimidating building. It was one of the few high rises in the center of the busy downtown metropolis, towering above all the others with its sleek glass windows. It was a touch of modernness in another wise antique feeling city. Figures that he would work at some place like this. He had told her work tended to bring out the grump grump in him. A slender finger rose to her lips as she eyed those glass doors from across the street, considering just how she might find him in that veritable beehive of activity. Hmm...this was a challenge.

It was with a marked tentativeness that Abigail approached the building, demurely pushing her way into the lobby. Her gaze briefly glanced towards the women at the front desk and yet, she hardly paused there. She might have had limited knowledge of super-corporate headquarters but she suspected this building held far more than just Olly's business. The young girl paused in front of the elevators, glancing over the names of the businesses listed on the plaque beside it. She was grateful, really, that she knew his name. It certainly helped at that moment, so too did the simple fact that he had several floors dedicated to Burton International. For a moment, she stared at the floors, attempting to decide which would have her Olly on it. If he was the boss of all of them, surely he'd be at the higher one...right? It certainly seemed logical and, without further ado, Abigail reached forward to press the button. The elevator dinged not but moments later, those silver reflective doors glided open to admit the girl.

She stepped in, pivoting in place to press the button that matched with the floors listed on the plaque outside. Her teeth nibbled gingerly upon her bottom lip in a wholly nervous gesture as the girl started to second guess this whole affair. Olly wouldn't mind her showing up...right? He hadn't seemed to mind her when they met in the forest but...sometimes people liked to live that life separately. Like it was a whole world they could just brush under the rug. In but moments, however, the elevator opened to a swanky set of offices, the two young, finely dressed women at the front desk glanced up at her with a glimpse of expectancy. It was quite clear little Abigail was waaaayyy out of place with all those nice business suits and pencil dresses. What exactly did Olly even DO?! She cleared her throat, stepping forward to the receptionist. "Um....I was wondering if Oliver is available for lunch?" She inquired, approaching the front desk with that brown paper bag in hand. She watched as the two receptionists glanced at each other before the first responded, "Is Mr. Burton expecting you?" Uh oh. She was kind of dreading that question, if only because she anticipated that this was the sort of office that would turn her away if she admitted the truth. "Well...he promised me a lunch date." She responding, glancing down at that container of food in her arms. They had sort of not been good fishers in the forest and so Abigail thought it might be nice to bring him that fishie she had robbed him of. It seemed like a nice gesture. Guys always did like food. "I'll let him know you're here Miss...?" The receptionist inquired, her voice trailing off. "Abigail."