the downward spiral

Rhythm… was not doing very well. In the end her heart was broken, but the symptoms of it were many. She had been quiet, there if the pups needed her but they were getting so big already they hardly called upon her anymore. Not that she blamed them. She was a slow, blind old lady. The thought of her grandchildren in Abaven was a daily occurence, multiple times a day. The thought of them and her son made her chest ache along with the heavy arthritis that settled in and was only made worse by the cold of Autumn.

Had she not been gifted Feather Rhythm might have allowed herself to waste away. The little bird often reminded the old wolf to eat, though it pained her Rhythm made frequent trips to the orchard. She sought heavily the fermented fruits of the forest. They helped her to forget what she was missing now and what she had missed in the past. She could settle herself, and at least drift into a fitful sleep. The aging Destruction did her best to hide her downhill slide, she had lost enough weight that it would be visible on her frame.

Rhythm found her way to the orchard now. She hadn’t sought Valentine out hardly at all, but he was likely out training with one of the kids. With her head low the blind woman searched the forest for the fermented fruit, with Feather chittering at her from the branches, very much concerned. Rhythm ignored her with a flick of her tail as she indulged in the fifth fruit she had found. This one a particularly spicy peach.