Rhythm would make her way to where the 'common area' seemed to be here in the knolls. There were a few half eaten kills strewn about, surely they would be eaten by the morning, and the strong scent of Seraphim brought her here. She'd tracked him down for their very first patrol. The meeting had been earlier, and she was still a bit shaken from the whole thing. She knew very well she'd made more than one wrong decision, and she'd paid for them all dearly. It just hurt a whole lot less to pretend that nothing had happened. So she'd try to put the girl and the very real history she brought up in the back of her mind. She was here to get to know Seraphim.
Her bright eyes would search for his form, she hoped he hadn't scampered far away from here. Delicate chocolate paws would carry her easily over the grasses as she thought she caught a quick glance of him in the twilight. "Seraphim?" her sweet voice called out, was he prepared to do a patrol?
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