to this moment

Motif looked at her sister, uncomprehending. The wolf, well the same age as her, looked somehow older. Motif felt like a child beside her sister, and never had she felt so separated from her before. Motif’s time away had aged her, and made her miserable, but Poem seemed stronger, and wiser.

The young girl blinked at her sister, muzzle wobbling a little. “I don’t understand” she said quietly. “I just found you again, why are you coming home with me?” she asked, looking at her sister with worry, and a touch betrayal. Hadn’t Poem come all this way to find her? Why couldn’t they come home together. She didn’t want to be separated from her sister again.