with lavender on her grave

Rhyme carried Tana back to Abaven with haste, somehow his scattered brain had enough sense to realize the faster they laid her to rest the quicker they could return to seek out their revenge on the murderous cat. He was quiet despite Shaye being beside him, and he didn’t stop until his icy paws brought him to the site of Darilnor’s grave. He hadn’t told the pups about him yet, but now would be as good a time as any.

With the scent of Tana’s blood heavy in his nose the slate alpha gently lowered her to the earth. He pressed his forehead to her cooling body, one last good bye before stepping back. He wished he’d have been able to understand, to keep her safe, but in the end he had been unable to uphold his promises. All Rhyme could do was to try and extend it to their children. He had to.

With a heavy sigh Rhyme leaned back into his haunches, and softly called for Noir, Theory, and Verse. This would likely turn into one of the most difficult days of his life. His dark ears laid to his head as he looked for Shaye and her comfort. He wrapped his head around her neck and held tightly to her for a moment, seeking out her strength as he knew it would be needed in the following minutes. Quietly Rhyme turned and began to dig.