its another one

unless any questions are directed at rhyme feel free to skip him next round

Leonce was just as polite to Shaye as he had been for himself at the border, though as he eyed up the kill pile Rhyme felt a similar pang. Shaye didn’t comment on his teasing, instead gave her full attention to young Leonce. She welcomed him warmly and quickly offered him a bite to eat. Rhyme shifted himself closer and chose a plump pheasant. Or maybe it was a wild chicken? He couldn’t really tell, but it was some kind of fowl and he could enjoy that.

He settled himself down, lowering his haunches and shuffling his paws so he could hold onto the carcass and pluck the feathers. His least favorite part, but if you did it right it wasn’t any worse than being covered in deer hair. He watched the two of them as he tucked in to his own breakfast. He could focus on that while Shaye decided where Leonce belonged.