brawl in the ball pit [MEETING & GROUP FIGHT TRAINING]

Rhyme’s movements were more comfortable these days, the warmth of the sun seeped into his heart that was softened by Samara’s presence. Making his way to his daughter’s call was nearly second nature now, and he padded easily to the plains. His eyes were starting to look brighter and he held himself more confidently. His sadness was still present, but he was functioning as a real member of the pack again. He’d returned to the light and couldn’t help feel proud of the young women his daughters were turning into. They were stronger and wiser than their years. Silently he took a seat, but offered both Theory and Poem a small grin in greeting.