Is there such thing as second chances

Yes, she said unwaveringly and firmly. She was stupid to do such a thing, because Raziel kept these promises and he would kill her without mercy if she abandoned them and dared show her face here once more. But she was brave at the sametime, and the resolute way she spoke won him over.  But that bravery was a stupid kind of bravery, but then, bravery was only a sugercoated and nice word for stupid reckless idiot. He supposed, Rhythm had it in her to join again.

His hard, weathered and cold gaze softened as he regarded her silently. "Welcome home, Rhythm," he said quietly and trotted forward, bumping his shoulder to hers first to mark her with his scent, then dipped his muzzle into her scruff and nuzzled it affectionately. He had been harsh to her, yes, but then she had just been an outsider. Now she was his packmate, and she was home. Now, she was his family.

"Welcome home," he murmured into her scruff.