Every Little Thing She Does

The stranger thanked her for staying as Rhythm settled down beside her. She hadn’t suspected that she was so eager for the company, but the changes in her voice made it obvious that her words were truthful. She was thankful for another’s presence. She took her name and gave her own, though Rhythm wasn’t familiar with the pack she said she was a part of. Rhythm didn’t often keep up with the goings on of the outside world.

Iolaire didn’t give her any specific thoughts she was trying to forget. Everything was as good an answer as any. Rhythm felt the same way, though she had to keep her wits about her. She would not backslide. Before she could answer Io another wolf appeared. Dark chocolate ears swiveled to take in the pawsteps and then words of the newcomer.

Rhythm wore a welcoming smile on her maw as she silently invited the third woman as well. Though she would wait on her next sip of mead, the first one had given her limbs a lighter feeling. Her sorrow dulled a bit with the liquid. ”Welcome,” she said softly as she nodded her head.