Gentle Mother

Shaye did not hide her emotions very well from Rhythm’s perception as she honestly answered about Rhyme. She had been forced to talk him out of some rash decisions, and Rhythm was glad that Shaye had been there to do so. The old Destruction hadn’t anticipated the reaction that Rhyme gave her, otherwise she might have tried to warn her niece of it. She tried to let Rhythm know that he was doing alright, which would be enough for now. He had alpha duties and his brood of six month olds to try and raise.

Rhythm didn’t press any further, of course she wanted details of her grandchildren and how Rhyme was really doing, but Shaye swiftly moved on to the real reason she had come here. Her little bird, Feather, was in need of a new home.

The bird landed softly on her head, twittering quietly as Rhythm absorbed the request. A smile touched her lips after the sadness passed. ”Of course, Shaye. I think retirement will suit her well.”