just keep swimming

Their conversation shifted easily from Winterfell’s King to the pack of Abaven. Rhyme smiled softly as he returned his attention to the icy white she wolf. She asked about his home and he wouldn’t deny her information. ”Its one of Boreas oldest and largest packs.” He started, Abaven was even older than he was and he was getting up in years. (Not that he liked to admit it.) ”We like to offer help when its asked for,” he said warmly. There were a good few wolves still recovering within the borders. Rhyme returned his attention to the water once more, happy to continue fishing between conversation points.