My Heart

Rhyme smiled proudly down at his young daughter as she shifted her gaze his way and beamed up at him. She gladly dropped her salamander hunting in favor of training, something he hadn’t expected. Her eagerness to learn gave him hope for her future and that of Abaven. Motif wiggled as she scrambled up the bank towards him, the slate alpha back away, leaving her room to fully rejoin him on the bank.

”Have you been practicing any?” He asked her curiously as he lowered his haunches to the ground. Rhyme didn’t have any intention of going anywhere, this lesson was just he and Motif. He had mostly gone over defenses with Poem and Theory, and would likely continue that trend with Motif, Verse, and Noir as well.