Where to turn
Theory & Beat
Fertile
11-23-2019, 08:42 PM
The plains were choked out from the ashes that had rained from the sky for two entire seasons. Everywhere she went, she tracked pawprints through the silt. Was this really the home they had longed for? She hoped wherever Shaye was that her mentor was at least happy with her decision. How could the pack hope to thrive when everything around them was dead or dying? It wasn't so long ago that they has rebuilt the thicket after it had been razed to the ground, although it seemed like a lifetime away. A familiar scent caught her attention and she pushed her worries aside. The imitable mask of "alpha" slid over her features with some effort before she padded after Octave's trail. "Octave," she greeted, dipping her head towards the healer as she approached. Her short tail was flicked upwards but her general demeanor was easygoing and genial. It was good to know that they had healers back in their ranks and willing to work; they needed them now more than ever, that was for sure. "Are you searching for some life underneath these ashes?" Theo asked, unable to keep a hint of bitterness out of her joke. So many of their members were tormented by the mental scars left behind by the eruption and the recent losses they'd endured. They may have been lucky in the physical wounds department, but Theory was deeply concerned about Rhyme's current mental state, as well as Vail's suffering litter. To lose their parents so young was horribly unfair. Octave's sister had been scarce as well - ever since she'd been burned in the fire, Novel had remained out of the way. Was she doing alright? There was so much to keep of, so many lives intricately intertwined. "I actually wanted to pick your brain about some of our pack members. Everyone is hurting, some more than others. Their pain is difficult to understand. I tried to speaking with Rhyme, but..." Theory rolled her shoulders and looked away. She didn't want anyone to think their beta wasn't in top form, but it was just so painfully obvious that Rhyme was suffering. It would be foolish not to acknowledge it. He had been so close with Shaye, it was no wonder that her death had rocked him to his core. wc: 384 twc: 685/1500 |
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