Twas the Night Before Christmas
Rhyme stood on the border, about the place where he had first found Epitaph. His lavender and sapphire eyes were staring into the land beyond. He was waiting for someone to appear. Imperia circled above while Solitude perched on a branch above Rhyme. The alpha felt tense, felt like his hairs were standing one end as he thought about the slave hunters that by all rights should have found their way back to their quarry already. He’d sit there for a while, waiting for the threat that might not even come.
Spider had felt lighter than air since meeting the mysterious Hannibal, and the promise that the male would come back for him was still fresh on his mind. He wasn’t sure how long he would have to wait but for now the male’s scent still clung to his silky fur. He tended to the herbs in his garden with a slight hum, his tail waving like a fine sheet behind him as he toed the morning frost away from his plants. Once he was satisfied with his work he left his den to walk along the border, under the self-imposed pretense that he was only getting fresh air, and not secretly searching for flashes of alabaster and ebony.
His idle walk came to a sudden halt when he came across Rhyme, an unsure whine escaping him as he looked the male over. His intense gaze was fixed ahead of him, beyond the border. For one terrible moment he wondered if the alpha had chased Hannibal away; confusing him for an invader or worse injuring him. He couldn’t smell blood on the air but he still approached Rhyme uneasily, his head lowered between his shoulders, cautionary but no longer overly submissive. “What are y-you looking at?” He asked quietly, his eyes fixed on where Rhyme had been looking, searching desperately for any sign of Hannibal.
Spider speaking |
Spider was quick to ask what Rhyme sought over the horizon and the taller wolf sighed heavily. "Hopefully nothing." He mentioned, knowing that wouldn’t be the case, it was only a matter of time. "I don’t know if you’ve seen Epitaph yet," Rhyme went on. "But he’s an escaped slave, and I’m waiting for the Hunters to come after him." He turned his gaze from Spider back to the lands in front of him.
Spider couldn’t help the relived sigh that escaped him at the direct answer Rhyme gave. “I see.” He said solidly, and raised his head slightly. The fact that they may soon be under attack was lost on him, his fears no longer in the forefront of his mind now that he had someone who would protect him and care for him if the need arose. Even his previous fear of Rhyme attacking him seemed distant, if only because he knew Hannibal would never allow Rhyme to escape unscathed.
“Are you sure the hunters know he’s here?” He asked quietly, settling beside Rhyme with his head high with surprising confidence. He wondered then if he should mention Hannibal’s pack and whether or not they would offer assistance. As he understood it Hannibal came from a pack of conquerors, who had all trained in the art of battle. If nothing else he could tell Hannibal about the impending threat and he would hopefully offer to help them.
Spider speaking |
He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it, adjusting his phrasing to make it sound more appealing to Rhyme. “Maybe we should ask other packs to help us.” He teetered on the edge of directly mentioning Erövrare or even suggesting that some packs catered more to fighters.
His thoughts drifted toward Epitaph and he turned his head to look at the alpha directly. “Would you like me to look at Epitaph?” He asked. Spider had assumed Rhyme was dubious about letting him near any of the females, particularly those that might be carrying litters. It grated against his nerves but he kept those thoughts to himself.
Spider speaking |
His words didn’t surprise the slate alpha either, though Rhyme hadn’t exactly thought about seeking assistance from other packs. They hadn’t even had confirmation they were coming, just Rhyme’s hunch. "I may have to." There were only three fully trained warriors in Abaven, though he was doing his best to bolster those numbers. Then Spider asked if he should see to Epitaph. Though Rhyme was sure Odysseus had him under control it wouldn’t be a bad idea for a second opinion. Epitaph would do well to know more of the members of Abaven too. "You should," he also knew how intimidated Epitaph was of Ody. "Maybe you’ll be able to put his worries to rest as well." He also wanted Spider to know he wanted to trust the healer fully once more.