Through the Fire and the Flame we Carry On

Rhyme turned to face him, and greeted him warmly. It still felt strange to hear his name spoken aloud, sometimes. He was used to much harsher titles being flung at him. "How are the girls today?" the male questioned softly, without rising from where he sat. "Fine," he assured Rhyme. Slowly, the waif skirted around his flank to sit at his left thigh. There was a respectful distance left between them. "they're sleeping now." he added. His voice still rasped in his throat, something that may never fade. Thin banner swept across the thin layer of snow to wrap loosely around his paws. "They're getting very curious, and wondering what's outside." the words slipped out softly, but with a tiny smile accompanying them. The twin girls were delightful, and he hadn't been around children too much in his past.

He glanced over at the larger male, verdant gaze then flicking over to the antler that lay on the ground. "What are you doing out here?" he questioned hesitantly, tattered auds flickering back and forth hesitantly.