How did it come to this

While Shaye had a point about the raven's nest they were no normal birds. They lived in partnership with a wolf, of one of the biggest packs in Boreas. They had no fear of the elements, surely they could raise a clutch any time of year. "They're well fed, I don't think the season matters." He muttered back, quickly losing interest in talking about Imperia's babies instead of.. His own.

He tried not to say it, despite the facts literally staring him in the face. Rhyme grit his teeth, but released the expression as he looked back to Shaye. He couldn't make a promise with his eyes on the ground. Her voice was softer than down, and her eyes huge and pleading. Rhyme took her gaze into his own, preparing himself as best he could with his heart already broken.

"Anything. No matter how hard." His voice was similarly soft, masked even further by the slowly falling snow. The world only contained the two of them, the snow shielded their voices and images from the whole rest of the world. He didn't know what she sought from him, but he wouldn't balk at any request she made.