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Ash had been over his binger for a little while now and he had all the ideas to go to Abaven and see Sparrow’s grave, apologize to her and whatever. Of course… then there was Shaye. And with Shaye came the deep knowledge that her and Rhyme had a litter together. That and she, a Destruction, had Rhyme’s balls under lock and keep.

Honestly, Ash hadn’t gotten to know Rhyme and he didn’t feel bad for the loss of a brother- he had plenty anyway. He wondered how Rhys was handling, though he was scared to ask.

Well, Ash figured he might as well get on the road with this little spectacle. He’d be lucky if he didn’t have to fight his way into Abaven at this rate and- hey, there was a familiar scent. Well… kind of. He was prettttty sure it was familiar.

So naturally, he followed.

And he was right (one point for Ashhindor!), it led to that one Destruction healer chick. Now, Ash wasn’t wearing his harness or his shirt. Mostly because he was too busy showing off the shiny, new, pink scars he had gotten in an ‘X’ across his chest. Of course he’d want to show off his new scars to the pretty healer girl he had met before!

He went to speak, but the scent began to register. Maybe he was just imagining things because he was at least mostly sure the girl was not in heat when they had done their stuff.

But the time would match.

She did sleep with him on a whim- there could be others.

”Uh-” he started, unsure what to say. ”Do we…. Need to talk?”