I'll Take One Drowned Rat To Go, Please

Noir hadn’t messed with her much on their trip, likely because their father had a close eye on both of them. They were a long way from home, and no matter how much training they had in their lives could make up for their tender age. Poem enjoyed herself, she learned much and seeing the world did the young she wolf well. This had been Edgar’s first long trip as well, and though he tried to keep up with his parents a lot of the time he was perched on Poem’s hips. She was still proud of him though, and even more proud when he was the first to spot another wolf.

Poem didn't notice that Noir was bringing up the rear, however she was acutely aware of his displeasure in the relationship she was forming with Edgar. The thoughts were far from her mind as her bright gze fell on the boy. She watched as her father pulled him from the water with ease, unaware at how much Rhyme actually struggled.

”Is he okay, Tato?” She asked, concern in her voice as she wished her sister were there. Poem had lost interest in healing as she found her place in Abaven as its heir. She knew her dad would take care of him though.