Taking the dog for a walk

Motif clung to the titans fur, but found no comfort there. It wasn’t like riding Canni, who she dearly missed in that moment. Why had her friend left her? All she had wanted was her friend back, and now look at the mess she was in. she wanted her Mumma and Puppa. She wanted to curl up in Rhyme’s arms, and pretend none of this was happening. She wanted to chase Salamanders with Poem, she wanted to go home.

She sniffled a little, though she tried to hide it, and considered how she could distract herself. She glanced at the other wolf, who was even smaller than she was, and tried to catch his eyes. If she succeeded, she would wiggle her brows at him. There was still fear in her gaze, but she was trying, and if she could make things just a little better for those captive with her, well, thats what Canni would do, wasn’t it?