Sorry catches no prey
At the sight of a taller, ashen pup, the timid girl's mood and overall day improved by seventy percent. Her sister always made it better. Always. Whether it was nerve-racking meetings like these around thousands (okay, maybe not that many but it felt like so) of her pack-mates or just out and about around the mangrove and springs, she felt more comfortable, more safer around her sister. She felt so vulnerable, so exposed on her own, even if the adults would never lay a paw on her. And though there were times she stuffed up and the embarrassment overwhelmed her, leading to tears, she knew there was her sister who she could lean on and cry a little over.
The session momentarily commenced, and as the silver-furred woman went over introductions, the ivory pup shuffled closer to her sister, pressing her side against hers. She didn't want it to look like she was alone. Together with her sister, she was invincible (or, well she dreamed she could be) and could do anything if she put her mind to it. If only she could stay in that confident mindset, for when the instructions were given for everyone to get into a hunter's crouch, her heart fell. Uh oh, she wasn't good at this. She couldn't do this at all. She couldn't keep her rump till, nor her tail, and she always fidgeted and this and that. Seemed like everything she did was wrong. As everyone else lowered their bodies and looked absolutely perfect in their crouch, she tentatively glanced at her sister, watching what she would do. What if everyone looked at her failing? What if they made fun of her? No, she didn't like this at all! |