Hang 'Em High

Rhythm looked forward to a spring that didn’t seem likely to ever come. Most days she was curled by someone’s fire as the cold sapped her energy with the pain it drove into her joints. This made it so the old woman didn’t often get out and about. There was plenty to be out for however, her new great grand children, something she thoughts she might never see.There was so much brightness to the future Rhythm didn’t have to dwell on the past, but she did anyway.

Once chocolate paws carried her away from Abaven with her small bird companion to lead the way. This wasn’t where Shaye was buried, but it was the place where she died. Somewhere that she had mostly avoided. Loss was easy to get lost in, but Rhythm carried on, taking comfort in the young life bursting Abaven’s seams.

She double dosed on arthritis tinctures and ointments to make it out here, but as she slowed while nearing her destination she felt the trip a worthy endeavor. Feather twittered softly, indicating another presence, and Rhythm took her chance and approached. Foggy eyes seeing nothing as she followed the bird’s lead.

”Hello there,” she offered in greeting, telling from scent alone this was a man reaching the end of his prime. There was a hint of healing wounds as well, but from what she could tell seemed tended to. ”Nice day, isn’t it?” She chuckled softly to herself as she lowered herself to her haunches stiffly.