The right direction

Noir followed after Shaye, he was slowly getting used to being supervised all of the time. Not that he was any closer to enjoying the fact. He hid well the resentment he felt towards Odysseus, though the man likely knew very well how Noir felt about his plots being found out. None of the adults were happy with him, and for that he blamed Poem. He hadn’t seen his half sister since the fire, a fact he knew was well orchestrated by their parents and his mentor.

Shaye dropped the limp rabbit at the entrance as she turned to face him. He tried to avoid speaking to her as best he could, the better he kept his mouth shut likely the better the woman would see him. The sooner he could get all this stupid punishment stuff over the better off he’d be. Already he craved the freedom he’d been given before the fire. Summer cracked in the trees above them, she was much more comfortable than he was as she snuggled in next to Winter on the tree. Noir glared at her while Shaye wasn’t looking before making his way into the den.

It smelled like Poem and already he hated it. He looked around as Shaye told him what their plan was to be in the morning. He did love his lessons, and they were the only good thing about the whole arrangement. He was training three times as much as he had been, but there wasn’t anything else for him to do. He was allowed to learn, work, and sleep. All under the watchful eye of Abaven’s top tiered wolves.

Still keeping his voice to himself he nodded in acknowledgement of Shaye’s words, he liked to ignore her completely but he’d learned quickly that reflected badly on his ‘recovery.’ Sighing softly to himself he picked a bare corner and collapsed onto the earth. He curled into himself, ready to sit and be watched some more before falling asleep. If he could even sleep with the stench of his sisters. He found himself rolling his eyes as he realized even his den was going to smell like them since they were with their dad. It just kept getting better.