No Mistakes, Just Happy Accidents

Rhyme laid his head gently to his paws, his gaze skimming the entrance of Shaye’s den. While she had invited him within whenever he wished he hadn't quite taken her up on the offer yet. Despite the snow he still preferred to sleep outside under the stars. He’d just finished a patrol and the night was coming to its midway point. He decided to take a quick nap before letting himself take another trip around Abaven’s border. Not that sleep was going to be easy to grasp.

So much had happened recently, and the slate alpha felt on edge. Soon they would take their places against the slavers that had held on to he and Rhythm for so long. He tried not to think about the fact that he might not return. He wasn’t ready to meet his doom yet, but to protect his children and his pack he would gladly cross over. He didn’t want to throw his life away though, and he would fight with everything he had.

He sighed softly, flicking his tail around his body as he curled tighter around himself. Just a little rest and then he’d be back to work.