ancient history

Poem was quick to make her way to Rhythm’s call, the girl never seemed to be very far away. The old woman offered her a grin as she greeted her and made herself comfortable after offering a bit of affection. ”Hello, Poem.” She returned sweetly, ”I am..” she trailed off as pawsteps betrayed the next arrival, the young Alpha of the ancient pack. Rhythm grinned as Theory came and settled close beside them. She didn’t get to Theo’s similar question when the third yearling appeared. One of eulogy’s. He was quiet as he sidled in a little off to the side of the two close sisters.

”Theory,” she offered warmly as her unseeing gaze shifted to the young one. She couldn’t see him but she managed to assume his identity based on his scent. Still slightly different from that of Abaven from his time away. ”Spirit.” She greeted warmly, smiling sweetly at her grandchildren. ”Yes, my dears a lesson today.” Rhythm was a little sad not to see more of Abaven’s youth but a small intimate group would be just as well. ”Have any of you heard of the pack called Ahlon?" She asked softly, silver marked ears perked and unseeing eyes flicking between the three of them. ”Or heard the name Novel Destruction?”