It's a trap!

The fight began and ended quickly. The inexperienced young wolf watched it with wide eyes. Her sisters her ideal and hero had appeared so suddenly, giving Motif the chance to roll free of Noirs assault. Now the girl stood on the sidelines, trying to find the beat plave to intervene and help her sister win. This was her fault. If poem got hurt because of her. . A stressed whine releases from her lips, but she never got a chance to jump in. Suddenly Noir was in the ground, Poem over him, holding him down. She had won, and she made it clear to him that she had done so.

She released the man quickly, perhaps quitting well she was ahead, before Noirs greater weight could throw her off and ruin the gesture of having the upper hand over him. Motif jumped to Poems side to give a unified front against the bully, baring her teeth at him and holding herself steady. The fear that had been in her eyes at the start if the fight was gone. How could she ever have doubted? Poem was a hero, a fighter. Of course she won, she was perfect.