Yet Another Puppy Thread

The afternoon grew old, but the sun had been shining all day. Despite the somewhat chill breeze warmth filled the air. Rhyme loped easily towards the meeting rocks, they were the least muddy place in Abaven. His chosen audience should have been near by as well. The pups were not allowed to leave the rapids, though he wasn't sure how much longer they would be able to enforce those rules. Everyday it was Noir or Poem toeing the line. Especially Poem, she was less sneaky than Noir was at least.

He shook his heavy coat, grateful for the warmth but irritated by the shedding. He looked more disheveled than normal. After much thought and consideration Rhyme had decided what he wanted to do. He first needed to explain to the pups they could no longer be Imperialis. There were a few options he would offer after that. He hoped he might make this a more pleasant experience than what he had gone through.

With little more hesitation he tipped back his head and called for his children.