ancient history

Although she was kept busy by the day-to-day running of the pack, Theory wanted to spend more time with Rhythm while the old woman still walked this earth. She was surprisingly hardy for her age and Theory hoped that she'd be around for some time to share her wisdom. It was half selfish and half because she wasn't sure Rhyme could cope with another loss, even though he was more estranged from his mother than she'd originally thought. The choice to answer her call was a simple one. Diverting her path, Theory made her way towards Rhythm, pleasantly surprised to see Poem also present. Her sister had been crying again. Even if she didn't admit her, Theo could see the dark, damp tracks beneath her eyes. Pity didn't have a place in their relationship, so she simply nudged Poem affectionately and took a seat close to her sister. "Good afternoon, grandmother. What have you called for?" She hoped it was for a story. Theo was itching to learn more about her roots.