No man of woman born

Rhyme was more than a little disturbed by the appearance of the blue marked boy. He hadn’t gotten much of a look at, but that blue on dark gray was unmistakable. He wanted to be sure of his assumption before he spoke to Samara about it, and was hoping he might happen across him as he took Haiku for a stroll. It was better to keep the boys apart if they didn’t want too much chaos.

Haiku scrambled ahead, they were mostly given free roam, which he was mildly surprised about but then again. What were an old man, a tiny aunt, and a bunch of rowdy puppies going to do to harm the pack? He was strolling mostly, but his expression grew serious as he spied just the pup he had been looking for.

”Haiku, slow down.” He called out ahead, mostly so the Klein boy would know he was there. ”Hey there,” Rhyme greeted him, hoping he might come closer. ”You look like a busy young man, think you have a second to answer me a question or two?” And come a little closer so he could get a better look at his eye marking.