a little R&R

Theory accepted his invitation gratefully. Her paws, though healed from their superficial burns, were still tender when she spent a long time working. As she settled down beside him, she yaaawned wide and then rested her chin upon her paws. It was nice to meet other members of the pack that weren't her family, especially in light of Tana's death. She appreciated the care that Shaye and Rhyme showed all of them, but it was safe to say that was feeling a little bit claustrophobic.

She perked her ears as he spoke of fish washing ashore. That couldn't be good... could it? "Are the fish already dead by the time they wash up...?" She asked, tilting her head to the side curiously. Was the water going bad or something. The other prey, though, made her stomach rumble appreciatively. It was about time to eat.

Benedict's question caught her off guard. She had spent so much time with her family lately, that she had forgotten a stranger might not know her lineage. Theory laughed softly and gave him a beaming smile. "Yes!" She said proudly. "Rhyme is my father." And he had stood by her and her littermates during some of the most difficult times in their young lives. To his young daughter, Rhyme hung the moon and the stars.