memories we all share

"Mo," she said softly at her sister's approach. "Thank you for coming." Her response was earnest and heart-felt. Motif had been quiet and withdrawn since rejoining the pack, but Theory could hardly blame her. She'd gone through the gut-wrenching losses they'd all experienced... but she had been alone. For all of it. Theory couldn't imagine forging ahead if she had experienced all of their shared losses alone - the weight of all that grief would surely crush her. Yet here was Motif. It was a testament to her inner strength, even if she couldn't see it. Theory could use that steadfastness right now. "I'm just a little bit," she hemmed and hawed over the right word, "well, frustrated. Lost. Confused." Weren't they all? Theory turned and padded closer to Mo, sitting by her side and allowing the silence to stretch out in front of them like a comfortable blanket.