bittersweet symphony

Her heart leaped into her throat and beat there for a few moments. She couldn't get any words around it. Now that it was out in the open between them, she noticed the striking resemblance that Rhythm had to Eulogy. If she squinted and overlaid black fur, she had her father. How could she have not noticed? Silence stretched between them for a long moment. Her ears and tail fell into a more neutral position. "Y-yes. Yes, of course," she managed, her voice a little bit smaller than it had been before. The young alpha suddenly felt her age weighing heavily on her. Rhythm was marked by age and experience. So was Valentine. She suddenly felt impossibly young. Too young to help orchestrate this reunion. Theo pushed the feelings down. "You were always welcome here, I'm sure of it." Tilting her head to the sky, Theory let out a long and mournful call for her father and any other relatives who might wish to greet the matriarch who had returned.