Triple Shit Infinity

Aurielle smiled at Rhythm’s comment, nodding with a soft, ‘Mhm’ as she rose to her paws and shifted a bit closer, though at a respectful distance. Her head cocked at the sadness that rode on the older woman’s sigh as she gave her answer.

The name Valentine rang a bell. She never met the male, personally, but Regulus had told her about his encounter as a young male. And Imperium had been a pack that Regulus would have worried over if Valentine had ever shown any inclinations toward attacking the western pack. But a plague had swept in, and around that time, Imperium had fallen.

The theory Regulus had carried was that the king had taken of the illness. It was plausible and an easy assumption—wolves had been getting sick. It hadn’t touched their family, luckily. Aurielle had no clue what thoughts ran through Rhythm’s mind, of course. Had she known what the woman and her son had gone through, she’d have been staggered to learn of such a similar story to her mother and brother’s own ordeal, though Solveiga had been deeply lucky in comparison.

Still, she couldn’t help but note the sadness, and her own nature pressed her to ask, “Are you alright?”

Rhythm held a natural… charisma. A likable aura that made her seem ultimately trustworthy and a wolf whom, could be trusted with deep secrets and vulnerabilities. Perhaps it was part of being a healer—Paladin was the same way. You could tell him anything and he’d go to the grave with the secret unless telling it would save the teller’s life. Come to think of it, a healer of Rhythm’s age could probably keep the male occupied for hours with educational chatting about herbs.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think