Finders Keepers!

Rhyme had found himself paying special attention to the thicket in the last few weeks, even going as far as considering moving his den site. He had decided that doing that would likely cause Tana too much disruption and he had just taken up and extra patrol or two inside the territory. Imperia and Solitude both circled him a few hundred feet above, the alabaster raven now easily at his full grown size. He could see a relationship between the birds growing, and he felt happy for them.


With neither raven on his back Rhyme squeezed through places he would have never gotten away with. The thicket was a difficult place to learn, but he was close to knowing it well enough to close his eyes as he went through. It was no longer as daunting a thought.

He had almost finished up his patrol when he managed to catch sight of Acere’s niece. Rhyme hadn’t gotten much of a chance to talk to Shaye’s apprentice so he found himself veering towards her. She held an antler in her mouth and he was reminded of the weapon he had made of one with Shaye. "Actaea!" he called out before he startled her with his sudden approach.