Honeyed Pasture kipik

Rodyn had always been proud of his name. Proud to share the last name of his father. Despite their rocky ending, despite that he had been chased out, as was his father's right to do so. He still loved the male with everything. He still missed his father, longed to make him proud. Still carried his name.

Ears ficked back, hard and fierce against his head. The grating noise sounded painful. Before he could speak out, tell her not to continue she did. Her voice was soft like crushed velvet, almost indescernable. Her face was pained and Rodyn felt his heart go out to her, he moved his head closer, yellow eyes taking her in, kindly. He averted them after a few seconds.

Well met Imi. I was hunting and didn't want to startle you.

He wondered at her silence, what had happened that she couldn't speak very well, or was she born this way. He had heard of it happening, though most would have taken the life of the child in moments.