always learning

Rhyme took the early morning patrol with Solitude, he almost never had both ravens with him these days. Their chicks were demanding, thankfully the pack had not been short on food. Their hunting force was impressive, filled with experienced harvesters. His raven companions had little want for food, and he thought there would be some fledging soon.

The thought made him smile, but his attention was caught by the sound of Solitude’s voice. He was soaring high above his head, and his keen eyes were quick to pick up the stranger on the border. Rhyme heard the outsider right after the raven’s warning call.

Of course the alpha was curious, and loped easily in the same direction he had been going anyway.

A black and white man waited for him, standing almost a foot shorter than himself. He didn’t have a warrior’s stance, and was that… a weasel on his back? Solitude landed on his back as he closed the distance remaining between himself and the newcomer.

”Greetings, stranger. Good morning, what business have you with Abaven?”