curiosity killed the cat - good thing i'm not a cat

Poem wasn’t sure if she would ever feel happy again. Abaven was full of new puppies to play and make friends with, but all she wanted was to snuggle up next to her sister and mourne the passing of their aunt. Poem didn’t know Vail very well, but she was often her babysitter when she was much younger. It almost felt as though her own childhood died alongside the small albino woman. Her mother was a wreck, and her dad seemed to primarily think about how he was going to return Motif to them. Poem felt alone in the huge pack.

The girl made her way out of Abaven’s borders, with her first birthday right around the corner she had been allotted much more freedom. She couldn’t help but think it was because her parents were too distracted by finding her sister, and all she had to do was say she was looking for Motif if she were confronted. Poem didn’t admit it to herself but she was out looking for Tornadic. She hadn’t seen her friend since right after the forest fire and thought if she could find him again he might be able to talk her through the difficult emotions she felt.

Pale paws brought her forward near firefly lake, Edgar perched on her shoulder as she adopted a lazy, downtrodden pace. Ivory tail flicked at her hips as her ears lay back in defeat. She missed her sister, she missed her aunt, and she couldn’t even fend off her own brother. ”Poem, someone is nearby.” The raven spoke as he took to the wing to get a better vantage and maybe catch sight of the stranger. Edgar had to take care of his girl, he didn’t know what Shaye and Rhyme would do if anything happened to their other daughter.

He called out the signals and Poem looked in the direction of the wolf, ”Hello?” The young Destruction girl called out, at least maybe she could inquire after Motif. There wasn’t much chance of the stranger having seen her almost twin, but she had to ask. Even if it was small a chance was a chance.

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