Exiting the hot cooking surface and entering the burning chemical reaction

Rhyme was far enough away that he might not have noticed her tense up upon seeing him if he wasn’t looking for it. Tana couldn’t see.. so it was more sound that caused her to frighten. The woman had been a mess when he’d found her here on the mountain. So much had changed since then. He tried to shake her from his thoughts as blue and lavender gaze watched the young woman. ”Peachy.” Rhyme barely made out her mumble as she limped painfully forward.

He denied the urge to rush forward and offer himself as a brace, she was too much like Tana or Verse for him not to feel responsible for her discomfort. She’d obviously done something to her leg. She found her manners as the pain raced through her, and she apologized before giving a valid excuse. Not a lot hurt him, especially a sour attitude from someone who was injured.

The slate alpha shook his head forgivingly, ”I can take a look.” He offered, tilting his head as he peered at her limb. ”If it’s sprained, I just so happen to have something for it.” He leaned down to nose the plants at his paws. Rhyme also didn’t miss the uncertainty in her gaze. ”I’m Rhyme. Alpha of Abaven, the pack on the other side of the volcano.” He added, hoping a title might add to his credibility.