my friend's mom

Motif glanced at Poem, and then did a double take as she realised her sister was falling into a battle stance. She made it look natural and easy, and admittedly she felt a little bit jealous. Poem looked like a fighter, poised and proud in that moment. She had no doubt what path her sister would chose in the future, and it wouldn’t be an easy one. She considered her sister, and after a moment of fumbling, the darker pup would mimic her stance. She tucked her ears like Poem had, narrowed her gaze, through she disliked the way it limited her vision. She rolled her shoulders and tucked her chin, and in truth, felt a little silly doing it. She doubted she looked anywhere near as calm and serious as her sister did.

She tensed when Poem suggested running, but just as quickly realised this wasn’t her sisters favoured option. “If you wanna fight, we fight.” Motif growled, puffing herself up so she might actually looked like she fit the big words. She would stay by Poem’s side, that was what she had always vowed, to stay by her sister. She evened her weight as she saw Poem rock slightly with the motion of doing so. She had every intention of mimicking Poem’s fighting style. Her sister was the one who learned fighting the fastest, so she would have the best idea what to do. “So, uh, now what?” she whispered to Poem, feeling like she had set up her stance as best as she could.

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