Tell me what to do

Rhythm knew something was wrong long before the tears. Shaye was stiff, and hesitant before breaking down completely and falling into her arms. If Rhythm was surprised she didn't show it. Shaye always knew that Rhythm was there to heap her worries to. Even now, years after the woman's childhood was long gone. She held her niece tight as she admitted to a terrible mistake, but Rhythm couldn't think of anything she couldn't forgive her for.

She remained quiet though, Rhythm wouldn't push Shaye to tell her. The words would come of their own accord, if that's what Shaye ultimately wanted. Of course the old woman's mind leaned toward Shaye having commited some kind of mistake in an alpha decision. Rhythm sighed softly and let Shsye cry into her pelt, she wasn't injured so Rhythm couldn't even begin to guess at what might be wrong. Except that her scent that usually held Abaven so strongly was a little faint.