Through the Fire and the Flame we Carry On

There was nothing that Epitaph could say to Rhyme that would help relieve the pain of loss, but the slate alpha appreciated the effort. He gave the man he thought his brother ginger affection, which was well received. He tried to relax and let his heart heal, but more time had to pass for that. Epitaph had another quest to lift Rhyme from his mourning. The only topic that could even shed light on the darkness that threatened to engulf him.

Epitaph’s request did manage to pull the corners of his lips into the hint of a smile. His blue and lavender gaze might have lingered on the grave but his eyes were far off, seeing nothing but the children Taphy asked about.

”Noir is the oldest, and the biggest. He has a dark base coat but brilliant blue stripes all down him. Even more blue than my own fur.” He tried to further distance himself from thoughts of his true first born. ”Theory is my happy bob-tailed girl. She’s got a dark coat with while points. All of them share my eye markings. And Verse, I don’t think she will be any bigger than her mother, also with a bob-tail and has albinistic traits. She’s the one I worry for the most. With their mother having made herself scarce..” He hated thinking about Tana as well. She was the epitome of his greatest failure. He’d broken all of his promises to her, and he couldn’t change that.