Because, you know, I'm a pirate

Zen. Rhyme tried to remain calm and not further escalate. They found his soft points and saw his weakness and they were going to pick at him as hard as they could. Why? Did they despise him and Abaven so much? With the behavior displayed before him, Rhyme was completely convinced Valentine’s removal of his name and himself from his life was a blessing. Abaven was thriving under his care, and he wouldn’t be convinced otherwise. Especially by his brothers. Rhyme tried not to think about what Noir thought about all of this.

He was ready to leap at Peggy’s defense, but she piped up quietly at first and made known that she wished not to be fought for. She would go to Legion to avoid violence. Rhyme sighed heavily, not allowing himself to relax in such close proximity to Ashmedai, he loosened slightly. Noir made his way behind him reluctantly, his head likely swarming with everything he’d heard from his uncles.

Corvus took the wind from his sails, and Rhyme didn’t stop his speech as his attention shifted to his laboring cousin. His eyes shifted to Chaos and Ash both, sure they wouldn’t harm Peggy, not sure they would leave the other wolves in attendance alone. ”Then so be it,” he offered as Peggy made her decision. ”Lets get you comfortable and welcome your children to the world.” Rhyme wasn’t sure if the emotions swirling in his breast had been replicated but once or twice in his life. He hated that the cause was from his own blood. He felt his brows furrow, frustrated at what his pup hood relationships had devolved into. This whole thing could have been so much different.