tarnation

Rhyme left Abaven’s borders to do some travelling for a few days. He’d told Shaye he was going to take a little time for himself and had seriously debated bringing along a couple of the pups. However, he decided that they were still a bit too young for the kind of journey he had in mind. He wasn’t confident in his ability to keep them safe on his own. Having some alone time after everything that had happened would do him good as well.

He did his best to avoid Legion, but he couldn’t help his pale paws carrying him in that general direction. Eventually he decided that the battlefield might be the best place to blow off some steam. He hadn’t gotten his fight the other day, and he was still feeling some pent up energy.

The slate alpha loped easily through the plateau, his blue and lavender gaze taking in the unnatural metal formations with interest. He’d always wondered how these structures had appeared here, or how they were created in the first place. If he had been able to work the solid material how impressive would armour or a weapon of the stuff turn out? Alas, he couldn’t even begin to think about how he might harness that power.

He was almost to his goal when a pained yelp reached his ears. Perking them his features swiveled in the direction it had come from. The smell of fresh blood followed as his eyes were finally laid upon the woman’s form. She was little younger than himself and held a beautiful dark pelt. She stood a bit taller than his mother, and Rhyme didn’t miss the evidence of her warrior’s background.

”Do you want some help with that?” He asked curiously as he approached slowly, peering in to where she stood staring at her shoulder. Rhyme kept his head level with his shoulders and his tail down at his legs as it wagged lazily behind him.