memories we all share

Theory is words put voice to how Motif felt, and she almost laughed, if she wasnt just a touch to miserable to do so. She hadnt laughed since her mother had died. Theory moved closer to her, and the long-tailed girl curled around her sister. It felt good to put her head against the other girl, and draw in the comfort of family. She had only refrained doing so before now by keeping herself distant from them. Now that theory was in front of her, she just wanted to bury her face in her sister fur.

"I.. I haven't been keeping up. What's wrong?" She asked softly. She had a feeling it was more then shaye that had her sister upset. Shayea death clung to Motif, but it had happened long ago now. An alpha had to out it behind her and function, for the good of the pack. Motif understood that.