Down the rabbit hole

Motif was more then a little worried when the lie fell from her lips. She had only lied once before and Rhyme had seen through it pretty easily. What's to say she had gotten any better since then?
Her fears where for naught, as Cannival chewed it right up, leaning down to the small pups level as she agreed that she needed a playmate. Motif wiggled in delight, both that Cannival had believed her, and that she was willing to play with her. All the pups in abaven had been quiet lately, and Poem was learning how to be alpha. That didn't give Motif much choice in play mates, and there was only so often she could catch salamanders by herself before she went insane.

She looked into the golden eyes of the lioness and felt herself grow more solemn. She moved forward and bopped her muzzle against the lioness lowered forward. "I hereby name you an honorary wolf, and my best friend." She said graciously, before her face split into a grin and she pranced a few steps backwards. "I wont let you down. Your going to be the best wolf ever when on done with you. Wolves play hunt things, or wrestle, or chase. What kinda of games would you like to play?" She asked the lion eagerly. This was the BEST DAY EVER.