spa day

The hot springs really were the old woman’s favorite place to find clay. The unique mineral makeup of the springs always produced the most gorgeous pearl white clay. Of course Rhythm couldn’t actually see the finished result, but it was also the most smoothe beneath her deft paws. Unfortunately she could only gather tiny bits at a time, they were good for small alcohols though. Scent concentrates fit well in the decorative jars. Potentially she could decorate each individual one to match the contents beneath. She was getting ahead of herself.

”Good,” she commented simply. She’d sensed Iolaire had been in deep pain that day, and it seemed she found the cure for that ailment. ”Safe and sound.” However much drama had cropped up between the two sides of family. ”Seems we should keep an eye on the Armada’s exponential growth?” She chuckled good naturedly. Rhythm genuinely liked Iolaire, but her alpha was the one who’d imprisoned her granddaughters.

”I am.. happy as could be expected.” Was she happier here in Abaven than she had been in Legion? Maybe. The events that transpired while she was there held her prisoner, and there was no real way to compare herself in the two packs. ”Enough about boring old me, share your joy with an old woman?” were any of said babies belonging to Iolaire?