slip slidin' away

Rhythm was content in the state of her life, she had experienced much worse but slavery shouldn’t have been a comparison to begin with. She accepted that at her age there was much she couldn’t do, but the most challenging was going out. Today she felt good and wouldn’t let anything stop her. The old woman had her escort, kind of, but she also had her privacy and freedom if she wished. Feather whistled softly to alert Rhythm to another presence, but it seemed the bird even knew the sight of her once flame.

A grin formed over her silver marked features as Rhythm turned her features towards the old man. One chocolate ears perked and her cream streaked tail wagged at her seated hips. She was transported easily to a much brighter day, when she had still been so full of hope for her future. A time that seemed so foggy to recall, but as Valentine’s voice reached her ears she could see the two young wolves clearly.

”That’s exactly what I’m doing.” She retorted back at him, feeling rather spry for her age and ailments. ”I’d argue any activity beyond feeding the worms is a job well done at my age.” Rhythm chuckled darkly. ”You sound like you have better things to do than enjoy a nice winter dey?” She pressed him curiously, tail still wagging. Being with a wolf of her own generation was different than spending all of her time with the young. Their endless energy was too much sometimes.



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