When She Loved Me

Rhyme made his way to the tractor like he has never left. The carcass was right where his father said it remained. He was quick to grab a rear leg, working it off the pelvis to carry more easily. He made quick work of the haunch, taking it in his jaws he hurried back to where his parents lay. His mind fluttered hesitantly towards the future and what their next step would be. 

Of course he knew Valentine was serious about gathering an army, and Rhyme debated only a moment if he might join such a force. To see his father in his element, leading those wolves that would heed his call. Rhyme's mind was made up in an instant. 

He slowed slightly when he was within their presence once again, offering the torn limb to his mother gently. She wouldn't even have to lift herself from the earth or disturb his father's embrace. "Anything for you." as she ate Rhyme looked back to his father. "You're serious about forming an army." he said it as a statement, but also implied he would be a soldier within the ranks.