Tenacious Woodchucks of Doom

He wouldn’t call himself a hero but when Bown told him she had been afraid for her life, maybe he should have been. Haiku reiterated in his mind that he had only done what was right, meeting another pup like Bowen was worth it. Her smile was enough of a reward for the young boy. ”I’m glad I was in the right place at the right time.” He told her with a good natured smile on his features. ”Thank you,” he told her for her warm welcome. She talked a lot a lot, but Haiku hung on her every word. His cheeks flushed again as she hinted at a reward. ”Oh, I don’t need a reward, I’m just glad you’re alright.” He assured her, again feeling the spot light on him.

He was so used to being half of a whole, he didn’t often garner much attention on his own. Thankfully her attention was swiftly drawn to Prose, who liked the attention. The white bird craned her neck so she could better see around Haiku’s neck as the girl spoke to her. Prose cracked her beak in greeting and Haiku introduced them. ”This is my raven, Prose.” The raven knew when she was needed and hopped over his head with an effortless fluttering of wings and stood before the caramel girl. ”She’s the daughter of my dad’s ravens. We met when we were really little.” He told her, he’d not found her anywhere. When they were very little they’d been introduced to their lifelong companion. ”Where do you think you’d find a companion?” He asked her with a tilt of his head, Rhyme had two birds why couldn’t Haiku?