It's a trap!

His sisters were good for something sometimes. The boy had recently seen Motif sneaking to a rather nice spot. Mousy little Motif, she wasn’t as much fun to tease as Poem was, but he’d go after Motif before he messed with Theory. She was just too bright for his snide remarks to get an adequate reaction. Of course the entitled pup deserved the comfortable spot that Motif had found, and the skin placed there was soft. He quickly took over.

He thought he’d seen Poem come this way, and he thought to himself that she had better not be coming to lay in his spot! He rounded the trees and found the fleece vacated and empty, just calling him.

With the late afternoon and a big lunch he couldn’t resist. Poem’s presence was forgotten and he trotted up to the sunning spot. Noir looked around, and assured he didn’t see anyone the boy let himself get comfortable for a nap. He heard a sound and disturbance under the fleece, and because he had just eaten wrote it off as a mole.

He got comfortable, and sighed heavily finding sleep quickly. Unfortunately for him he was a rough sleeper and that only encouraged the stink bugs to work their way up the fleece and onto his fur. This also cause him to crush a few, and that was when he woke up because of the stench.

His eyes flashed open as his head snapped up and he searched for the cause, when he saw the bugs in his blue streaked fur he stood. Noir rushed away from the fleece and shook himself, hoping to rid himself of the nuisance and keep from getting too stiny.

”Motif!” He screamed, knowing that this could be none other than her doing. Of course he’d never be able to prove it but he had a gut feeling he couldn’t ignore.