I'll Take One Drowned Rat To Go, Please

Poem was thrilled that she was able to coax a smile from the fanged boy, his blue eyes lingered on her as he tried to assure her that he would indeed be alright. She was impressed when he stood up, and did her best to allow him his own space to recover. Tyrian he had the same name that Tato told Noir and his sisters they couldn’t wear anymore. She tried not to think about it, but deep down she knew there was more family out there. Why they weren’t in their lives she couldn’t say, but she guessed grandmother rhythm lived with them.

Her eyes widened a bit as Tyrian explained how he’d gotten in the water in the first place. She and Motif had taken on a honey badger together, and Noir and Ignis had just fought a bear. They hadn’t seen any coyotes. Though there were coyotes in the story her mom told about the fluffy sheep skin in their den.

When she heard Noir mutter in the background the last thing she wanted to do was doubt the boy in front of her. Especially over Noir, but the way he said it.. did the boy really fight a coyote? Rhyme seemed to have barely heard what he said as he went on to tell them what he planned on doing.

Poem looked back over to Tyrian, ”So, did you get the coyote?”