Eat the toes

Now that freedom was upon her, she never wanted to return to the den of her birth. She wanted to full every day with exploration and games. She wanted to reach the stars and bring one back as a feather to wear in her coat, which would outshine the world. She wanted.. To not go to close to the water, which she had discovered was freezing cold, and felt like it was biting her toes with little tiny teeth.

She raced from the den’s entrance to start the day exploring, feeling the eyes of her mother on her as she did so. She knew, vaguely, that Shaye was always there, watching over her, even when she couldn’t see her mother. She liked that Shaye didn’t interrupt, just stood in the background like some invisible safeguard.

She ran straight into Poem, growling as she went, aiming to bowl her sister over with the force over her run, already letting loose a tone of growls, little teeth aiming for her toes, just like the water had to Motif.