father of mine

Theory closed her eyes and smiled. Yes, that would be just like Poem. Making friends wherever she went. "Any friend of Poem's is a friend of mine," she said seriously. A wolf that would aid her sister in the quest for Motif would be welcomed in Abaven. Theo looked away when Rhyme said there was no news of Motif - it hurt in a way she hadn't expected. She had assumed that this would be wrapped up neatly, an adventure to be enjoyed and retold on cold nights. A story of heroic valor. It was obvious that this wouldn't be the case.

"But that's not always the case, is it?" she said tersely, stepping back from her father and fixing him with sullen, childish eyes. "Not everything works out in the end. You know that better than anyone." It was a low blow, but she couldn't help herself. Keeping her head on straight in front of everyone else meant that there was only one person left she could lose her cool in front of: dear old dad. Her body was rigid and tense again, ready to fight if he pushed back.