nobody knows how the story ends

[ooc]sorry Rhyme got a little rambly, but yay character development![/ooc]

With Solitude’s warning Rhyme knew someone was out there watching, and by the raven’s tone also knew the presence was a friendly. The Slate alpha wasn’t one to go rooting around in the member’s business and continued on about his own tasks until the wolf wished to make their presence known. Or not.

In all honesty he hadn’t thought much about what the wolves of Abaven thought of him now that they knew the parentage of his two daughters. He was a novice healer, he knew the dangers of continued inbreeding. At the same time he couldn’t have been more proud of the little accidents he’d made with Shaye that day. Though he had felt embarrassed at being called out on multiple fronts in front of every wolf in Boreas and Auster he couldn’t deny how real his feelings for Shaye had been. Now though, with everything that had happened it hurt to much to acknowledge it. They weren’t together, their small stint of bliss had been cut short and Rhyme felt better pretending it had never happened. Except for Motif and Poem.

Those two and their siblings were what kept him going, they were the only reason he was still in an alpha position today. Rhyme had been forced to forget his shortcoming and focus on being better. He worked harder and expected more out of himself than the day before.

He pulled his head up from the greening ground at the sound of approaching footsteps. He’d lost himself in thought, but at least he had pushed his sorrow of Darilnor to the side. The man tried to keep himself immersed in raising his offspring and continuing to better his pack. Otherwise he tended to lose sight of what was really important.

Acere greeted him politely, his head dipping as he offered a simple greeting. Shaye had mentioned the pale warrior’s upcoming plans, and Rhyme wondered how long he might be subject to Abaven’s rule. ”Hello, Acere.” He offered in polite if not somber vocals. ”Better than I deserve.” Rhyme added in answer to the question that had followed. ”I hear you have ambitious plans ahead of you and your charges.” He mentioned, implying both the young foxes and his niece and nephew. Losing his apprentice would be the hardest of it all. The boy held huge amounts of potential and Acere was lucky to have him.