waiting for this moment to be free

Rhyme found no surprise in the loner’s words, that he had no doubt he couldn’t quite understand how busy the alpha was. Rhyme’s dark lips turned up an a half smile as he surveyed the clouds once more. They were moving faster now, and reflecting the sun brilliantly. ”Abaven, you say?” Rhyme nodded and turned back to the tusked man, easily mistaking the interest in the strangers eyes for enthusiasm in their topic of conversation. It was such a small world, and Abaven had touched a huge number of lives during its existence. Rhyme was proud to be a part of that legacy.

”Have you ever thought about giving it another try?” He asked curiously, recently their numbers had dropped a little, thankfully a few loose distant relatives had found them. Rhyme wasn’t given a name in return, and knew the thought was unlikely to bear fruit. The mammoth seemed like a free spirit, unlikely to settle in any pack. The slate alpha wondered absently what kind of places he had seen since his birth in Abaven.

Rhyme took the opportunity to relax further, feeling no threat from his company. He lowered his elbows to the ground and laid back into the sand. The sea breeze tousled his fur as he uttered a heavy sigh and let his blue and lavender gaze settle on the sun at the horizon.