Heal me, baby

If Rhythm could have one wish it would be to turn back the clock, even a few years. She would gladly keep her disability to be young again, but those days were long gone. Arthritis creeped into her bones, her sight was long gone, and her fur was turning silver. Her children were grown, even the ones born from the slavers that kept her captive. She had wondered for a time if any that remained had made families of their own, but as far as she had heard that was not the case.

She let herself cry on Shaye's shoulder, so reminiscent of her lost sister. She even smelled similar to Motif. Now the girl ruled Abaven like her uncle before her. She wondered what might have happened to Bass, but as far as she knew he had been gone for years as well. They grieved together for longer than she knew when Shaye finally lifted her features from her shoulder. So similar to how they sat together when Shaye was a young pup. Before Rhys and Rhyme even existed.

Shaye's words didn't surprise her, but she hadn't expected them at that moment. "I always had a feeling." she managed to smile through the last of her tears. "Your mother was amazing though, my rock when I thought my world was crumbling." as though it happened yesterday she remembered when the skull-capped wolf had fought Bass to take her from the pack she called home and placed her in Valentine's waiting arms. "I hope I've made you proud."