The Island of Misfit Toys
12-09-2018, 06:54 PM
Rhyme loped through the plains on his way back to the rapids, his tree in mind. Many wolves in Boreas took the time to make dens beneath the ground. The slate marked alpha preferred to sleep out in the open. He was more aware of his surroundings, if something was amiss the tall wolf could react quicker. He was always awake with the sunrise, though he tried to make a patrol in the middle of the night. After being a slave for so long he didn’t much like surprises and tried to always be ready.
Because of his frequent night outings Rhyme liked to also take a small nap at some point during the day. With the sun nearing its zenith Rhyme would find a nice patch of sunlight and enjoy. Of course it wasn’t always so easy.
Imperia deigned to use him as her mount, and while he was focused on the path ahead of him the raven saw their newest member by a mature tree. She unfolded her wings and cracked loudly. Rhyme stopped at the signal, his eyes searching the direction she had indicated, seeing the newest member of Abaven. Shaye had told him of the new member briefly and he hadn’t sought him out yet. Odysseus, he believed was the name. He also owed him a thanks, Shaye had been very detailed in retelling her tale. He’d tried not to be too tough on her after that, even though he’d wanted to chastise her for being so careless.
Rhyme changed directions and headed toward the stranger, Imperia took to the wing and raced him there. Her large form landed in the big oak long before Rhyme was close enough to offer greetings. Imperia offered a few cracks before Rhyme was close enough to say, "Good Morning."
Because of his frequent night outings Rhyme liked to also take a small nap at some point during the day. With the sun nearing its zenith Rhyme would find a nice patch of sunlight and enjoy. Of course it wasn’t always so easy.
Imperia deigned to use him as her mount, and while he was focused on the path ahead of him the raven saw their newest member by a mature tree. She unfolded her wings and cracked loudly. Rhyme stopped at the signal, his eyes searching the direction she had indicated, seeing the newest member of Abaven. Shaye had told him of the new member briefly and he hadn’t sought him out yet. Odysseus, he believed was the name. He also owed him a thanks, Shaye had been very detailed in retelling her tale. He’d tried not to be too tough on her after that, even though he’d wanted to chastise her for being so careless.
Rhyme changed directions and headed toward the stranger, Imperia took to the wing and raced him there. Her large form landed in the big oak long before Rhyme was close enough to offer greetings. Imperia offered a few cracks before Rhyme was close enough to say, "Good Morning."
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