A Struggling Healer
05-21-2019, 11:06 AM
Rhyme didn’t expect to hear Winter’s call of danger as he lay quietly at Darlinor’s grave. The lavender had already sprung up and was thriving here near the water. The scent calmed him, but he was on high alert as soon as the raven’s voice reached him. Rhyme was on his feet and headed her direction by the time she was close enough to relay Shaye’s message. He didn’t know what the danger was, but he was ready.
He took great strides as he ran under Winter’s direction, within a few minutes of the call he could see Shaye. Her hackles were raised and she was focused on something in his half brother’s garden. He slowed before he saw her, and came to a halt as he realised she was a dark coated lioness.
Rhyme had been up against a few cats at this point, but he hadn’t seen any quite like her. She had an intelligence to her eyes he didn’t usually notice when they were at his throat. He followed Shaye’s lead, and stood behind her supportively. Maybe the lioness would leave with only the show of force. He did find it odd though, that she was here pulling plants instead of taking Abaven’s prey animals like was the usual.
He took great strides as he ran under Winter’s direction, within a few minutes of the call he could see Shaye. Her hackles were raised and she was focused on something in his half brother’s garden. He slowed before he saw her, and came to a halt as he realised she was a dark coated lioness.
Rhyme had been up against a few cats at this point, but he hadn’t seen any quite like her. She had an intelligence to her eyes he didn’t usually notice when they were at his throat. He followed Shaye’s lead, and stood behind her supportively. Maybe the lioness would leave with only the show of force. He did find it odd though, that she was here pulling plants instead of taking Abaven’s prey animals like was the usual.
