growing gills

He tried not to be too discouraged about not catching the big one. Rhyme had been so close too, Hannibal did not stand that far away from him. He was surprised at the name, though Eulogy wasn’t kept from appearing in his mind. Cloud’s words on the day he retrieved her. The slate alpha didn’t show any of his emotions, his sister wouldn’t have wanted him to do anything anyway. This wasn’t necessarily the same wolf either.

He pushed the thoughts from his mind as he nodded in agreement, maybe there really was something else out there in the blue water, but he didn’t much want to be here to see Hannibal collect another fish. Slowly Rhyme would step away from the albino alpha, curious if their paths might cross again and in what ways.

-exit rhyme?-

ooc: I can throw in Belle next round yeah?