I'll Take One Drowned Rat To Go, Please

Rhyme led the two pups and Ignis back towards Abaven’s borders, the fiery boy had strayed a bit from the group at this point, but he knew either raven would have an eye on him. Even their son Edgar circled above the three wolves. He was the first to call out that he had seen something. The water of the swamp squelched under his paws as the slate alpha rushed forward to see what the piebald raven had seen.

”Daddy?” Blue and lavender gaze fell on the youngster as he held tightly to the branch that held him from slipping further down the river. Rhyme didn’t have time to react to the boy’s appearance, he wouldn’t have doubted their relation in a thousand years. ”Not dad, but I’m going to grab you.” He didn’t hesitate to go for the pup’s scruff. This was no tiny pup, but Rhyme struggled only minimally as he maneuvered the boy from the log to the shore. Icy paws struggled for traction on the slippery log, but his success was assured when the boy’s paws touched mostly dry ground.