Give 'Em the Basics

Poem bounced up and down as Theory popped out of her mother’s den. She beamed, and her toothy grin seemed too big for her face as she rushed to her half sister’s side. She wagged her tail in excessive speeds as she kissed her sister on her cheek and turned around to face their father as well.

They were training today! Her and Theory together. They didn’t have Noir to get in the way or Motif to monopolize Poem’s attention. This was just the three of them. Rhyme was asking them a question as soon as he explained the day’s events and Poem stopped wiggling quite as much. She furrowed her brow and her tail stopped wagging as she thought about what he’d asked.

They’d been through it a couple of times she was sure, and she knew she’d be able to get a couple answers in. ”Oh! You lower your ears so they don’t get nibbled on!” That was rule number one around Motif. She didn’t hesitate to go for the ears. Or toes.