one more day

He wasn’t alone with his thoughts for long as a sweet voice called out from the forest and brush behind him. Rhyme lifted his head, ears swivelling in her direction as his blue and lavender gaze fell on his growing daughter. Despite the mood his smile turned up gently as he saw her. He sighed softly and got to his feet as he nodded slowly.

Rhyme shifted himself so Theory might sit next to him and avoid disturbing either grave. He curled his dark tail around his paws as his gaze returned to the earth at his feet. Rhyme wasn’t sure what to say to Theory, but he hoped she might sit close. His heart hurt for her, and he yearned to have Rhythm back. Would he even be told when she passed? He knew she was old and she hadn’t lived an easy life.

He shook himself lightly of the thought, he needed to focus on Theory and what she needed. ”Come sit next to me,” he asked gently, gaze returned to her frame.