Baited Breath

"Aunt Rhythm, we're back."

Ashmedai's fur bristled. Aunt? This was Rhythm's niece? Ashemdai stood staring at the den until Sparrow spoke up. She told him it was okay and that these pups didn't bite. Ashmedai came a little closer, then tossed the herbs at the den, "No, I'm going now. I'm sure your cousins are perfect. Take your herbs." Ashmedai spoke flatly now, his eyes bouncing from the den to Sparrow. He did not want to be near those pups. How did she trick him into helping her get herbs for Rhythms pups? He should have known by the Abaven scent and mud-colored fur. Flicking his ears back, Ashmedai turned to make a hasty escape.