The Broken Heart Club

If there was anywhere in the world that Rhythm was most reminded of her brother it was the serpent’s plains. There was no great memory or event that cemented him here, but the soft sound of hisses and scales over rock always brought the manifestation of Bass to her mind. Memories and thoughts of a time long gone by played through her mind’s eye. Likely the landscape shifted and changed as much as she had over the years. She got to wondering what Abaven’s founder would think about the pack of today.

Rhythm was proud of the young Destruction generation, they were stronger than she ever remembered being at their age. Like her daughter. Knowing Eulogy was still alive and returned somewhat safely to the pack gave her much relief. Too much had been taken from them, and now she hoped Eu and her yearling children would flourish with the coming Spring. The woman had been busy tending to her children, as she should after a long absence. As Rhythm should have done for Rhyme when she had a chance to begin with.

There was much to mourne over, but Rhythm banished all thoughts of the past from her mind. She knew very well her time here was in short supply, it was better to make the most of the present than linger in the past. ”Eulogy.” She called out warmly as her little bird Feather showed her the way. A grin played on the old woman’s silver features as arthritic paws carried her closer.