on the border

Rhyme spent too much time patrolling Abaven’s borders, but he had grown a little paranoid in recent times. Things had been too quiet, like a calm before the storm. He was on edge just waiting for the next event. So he paced over Abaven’s borders. Sometimes with Poem, doing his best to teach her everything he learned. His age was becoming all too real for him, though if his mother and father were anything to go off he too would live a very long life.

A heavy sigh left him as his icy paws tread the dry path. He shoved thoughts of Rhythm and Valentine aside, instead he’d focus on the drought. He hadn’t seen rain since spring, and the plants further away from the water sources were beginning to turn brown.

His worry over the dryness took a back seat as the sound of pawsteps approaching caught his dark ears. He perked, blue and lavender eyes finding themselves on Shaye’s form. It didn’t take much for Shaye to make him smile, their easy relationship was slowly being rebuilt. ”No, not relaxed enough for that.” He didn’t know what relaxation was. With the pups getting older and testing their boundaries much more heavily he was always worried.