in your reflection

With a fat rabbit in her jaws Poem returned to the den that she now shared with her poorly sister. Seeing Motif the way she had when she came back awoke a protectiveness in the yearling girl she didn’t know she possessed. Whatever Motif needed, Poem was determined to provide it for her. She needed help in more ways than physically, but a full belly seemed like a good place to start. She was working hard to put weight back on her litter mate.

Never the best hunter, Poem was forcing herself to learn. She had to. Their temporary home came into view, and Poem was reminded of her own conundrum. When they returned to their home would her mother’s den still be standing? did she want to resume living in the place of her birth or would the memories be too painful? Shaye’s loss.. Epitaph’s disappearance…

She shook the sad thoughts from her mind. She couldn’t be anything but completely focused on Motif. Poem could let the emotions overwhelm her when she was alone. Hopefully Mo was still asleep when Poem pushed through the entrance and placed her kill near their breakfast nook. ”Mo?” She asked softly, enough to gain her attention if she was awake but not loud enough to wake her if she was asleep.