in your reflection

It was both a sweet and painful thought to consider Poem as a motherly type. On one hand, no wolf could ever replace what she had lost. On the other, it was good to feel protected and safe again. She believed in Poem, who had come for her, found her, and released her, no matter the cost. Poem had proven she would keep her safe. Without her sister, she didn’t think she would ever feel anything like safety again.

She startled a little at her sister's voice, for a moment in two places at once. On one hand, she remembered the taunting voice of Deathbelles daughter, but reality brought her back, and it was her real name that was spoken. It was just Poem. she was safe.

She blinked open her eyes and looked to the familiar creamy tones of her sister. She offered her a very reluctant smile, the expression feeling funny on her muzzle. “He Po” she returned softly.