With a Corncob Pipe and a Button Nose
12-20-2018, 05:33 PM
Rhyme’s white paws carried him easily over the land, his gate was steady and sure. Solitude rode along on his back, barely moving as his master loped over the uneven terrain with Imperia gliding easily in the sky above them. The day was brisk but sunny, the colors of the fall beginning to fade as winter began to tighten its grip. The slate marked alpha remained vigilant as his mind couldn’t be withdrawn from current events. Imperia had seen a snow tiger. Personally Rhyme had never laid eyes on such a creature, but according to the raven it was huge and boasted much shaggier fur. He wasn’t out to catch the cat today, he was mostly aiming on locating it or its den so he could bring a few warriors to deal with it. He doubted they’d be able to be political about it either. Today he’d wanted to bring Ignis along, not that they were going to do any fighting but it felt appropriate to show the boy his rigorous routines. The Imperialis looked back absentmindedly, hoping the boy had followed along. |
