Hold me close

Shaye held her tight, and her only hesitation when her daughter confessed was question of why. Poem’s dark ears were folded closely to her skull as she nuzzled her nose deeper into her mother’s dark fur. ”I can’t do it without Motif.” She loved her two other sisters fiercely, but Motif was her littermate. She couldn’t lead Abaven without her sibling here. ”I have to find her.” She knew any insecurities about herself that she presented to her mother would be brushed aside, Shaye could see no flaw in her. However, Noir’s actions during the fire still haunted her, how easily he had been able to trick her. She shuddered softly, though her mother would likely think it from her crying.