you are the one

Rhyme left the den early that morning, and he was careful not to disturb his little woman when he left. Though he was loath to let her wake up along the man was confident he would return before that moment. A bit of time had passed since he’d asked her to be his and committed himself to her. So far he was enjoying the little secret they shared, but he’d go and find Theory before the end of the day and he’d tell her the development. Not that she hadn’t already guessed, hinted, and alluded to this eventual outcome. It wasn’t any surprise the two wolves were fond of each other, and he only felt more right with his daughter’s blessing.

Icy white paws carried him from the den and onto his plans. Carefully he gathered a bouquet of flowers, there weren’t many this early in the spring but he found both white and yellow daffodils. He managed to find a redbud tree and removed a vibrant branch. Adding in a couple of purple crocus along with a plump spring rabbit he returned to the den before the sun reached the horizon. As quiet as he could Rhyme arranged the wildflowers in a vase made by Poem and he dressed the rabbit for breakfast. Not that he anticipated Samara sleeping through the scents he’d brought into the den. If he did, Rhyme would curl back around his beloved and await her wakefulness to offer his surprise.