The Alpha was surveying Vail’s garden, walking carefully through the herbs as she admired the well-tendered plants. It was clear that love and attention had been placed into the forming of the garden, and already a variety of herbs where blooming in the late summer sun. The scent reminded her of a lot of things. First, of course, her more recent experiences with the hermit who had saved Vail’s sight. Those memories where bittersweet. Her and Vail had learned to work together, to lean on each other, to depend on each other. That part was wonderful. The isolation, the questions about what they had left behind… those had been harder to deal with.
More faintly, it reminded her of family, of long-gone memories of Rhythm and a bustling Abaven. Times before things got a little more confusing. She allowed a faint smile to pass her lips, her head snaking forward to sniff at the delicate aroma of plantlife, before a soft bark would catch her attention.
She recognised the sound of Rhyme, and carefully left the herb garden behind, as she fell into an easy lope and made her way toward the Secondary Alpha. When he came into view, her pace would slow in surprise. There was an awkwardly humped shape on his shoulder, and as she neared, she would recognise the shape of a bird. She chuckled softly, glad her own little TreeSwallow had stayed behind. Somehow, she doubted the presence of this new hunter would have been soothing.
“Rhyme!” She called out in greeting, coming to a stop in front of him. “I see you’ve joined in on the family tradition.” she would tease.
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