Every Little Thing She Does

The third comer to their little crowd seemed a polite young woman. The scents from both she wolves were vaguely similar, but it didn’t seem like they knew each other. Her answer to the question wasn’t very telling, but it was only because she didn’t have the answers. ”Are you searching for something, miss Shiba?” Rhythm asked curiously. Unable to help her certainly, but she had lived a long life. Perhaps she had more specific wisdom to share.

Ashen was Iolaire’s current residence but much like herself it seemed the woman lived many different places before. Abaven would likely be the last. She went on to offer a bit of a respite in a return. Rhythm smiled as she declined her third sip. Her silver flecked ears swiveled from Io to Shiba curiously. She recognized the emotion within the former as similar to her own had she allowed herself to drink more heavily. Her life was different from Io’s but she had lived through her share of terrors.

Rhythm leaned against the dainty woman, knowing that she couldn’t offer much more help than a warm side to lean against.