over the river and through the woods

Rhythm wandered under the trees as the spring weather began to take hold of Abaven and the rest of the world. She could already feel it in her bones, there was a relief from her worsening arthritis. She made it through this winter, but the spring had her considering much more heavily how long she would have left. She needed to spend that time she was allowed with the young generation of her family.

One she especially wished to see was Spirit. He’d been timid and shy at the little lesson with his cousins, and he reminded her so much of his mother. She hoped she might be able to help him blossom as Eulogy was after being reunited with the family. He had nothing to fear being in Abaven, despite their losses Rhythm was sure the pack was stronger than ever and he could learn and grow without worry. Or she’d like to see him get to that place.

The old woman meandered her way closer to Eulogy’s den in hopes that she might catch the boy close by. She didn’t want to put him on the spot by calling for him.