guardian angel

His heart hurt with Bowen’s return to the Hallows, he missed seeing her cream and caramel features everyday. He missed her voice, he missed her warmth, he missed her. And returning to life in Abaven without Rhyme was hard. He hadn’t really made his presence known, but Poem had likely told everyone or they’d smelled him, he didn’t know. He couldn’t even hardly look in the eye of his family, so mismatched paws carried him away from Abaven’s border. His mind everywhere but home as grief held him.

It was only the screaming and yelling that could pull him out of his daze. Despite everything he was the same Haiku. The same boy that would throw himself into danger when someone was in trouble. He moved without thinking, but the less he thought about things the better off he was.

They were out on the beach, nearly in the serf. A massive man with his jaws around the throat of a heavily pregnant woman. Part of him believed it wasn’t his place, but he couldn’t stand by and no nothing when she was screaming like that. She was in pain, and he wasn’t sure it was only the man that was mishandling her. ”Hey! Let her go!” Haiku yelled as he burst forward to apprehend the man.