I'll Take One Drowned Rat To Go, Please

Poem’s blue and lavender eyes remained on the fanged boy as he struggled on the ground, his effort to catch his breath obvious. She felt for him, and hated that he was so distressed. Dark ears lowered to her skull as she refrained from moving any closer. She wouldn’t be any help, and he needed his space to recover. Poem asked her question and suddenly Noir was there.

He was always trying to steal attention for himself, but she found her best course of action was ignoring him. Especially around their dad, he was already subdued because of Rhyme’s presence. She did so again now, and didn’t even look at him as he huffed dejectedly behind her. She did offer a big smile to the pup Rhyme had just saved as her father said her name. She was captivated by his impressive canines and amused at his attempt at a quick recovery.