No man of woman born

Rhyme couldn’t make any mistake especially as the boy walked closer. He seemed reluctant but still brought himself forward without complaint. Rhyme’s dark tail wagged slightly, but it slowed as the truth became fully obvious. They had the same colored eyes and that marking underneath one was unmistakable. This had to be Noir’s son. Rhyme tried to compose himself, he hadn’t heard from Noir since the eruption, for all he knew the boy was dead somewhere. Apparently that was not the case.

The old man hadn’t scented his son anywhere in the pack so he had his doubts that the child even knew he had a father let alone who or where he was. ”Well, Haiku and myself were a little lost.” Haiku was far enough ahead not to be able to refute that fact. ”Could you show me back to our visitors camp?” Mostly he wanted to get back to Samara to explain his findings and digest them. He should have been expecting something like this, especially knowing who Noir used to be.