memories we all share

Theory almost felt physical pain when she saw Motif's ears saddle at the mention of the market. Despite it all, she didn't cry or flinch. There was real strength there hidden beneath her pain. If only she could be stronger, more like both of her sisters. They were so different but she saw pieces of Shaye in each them. Now that they were finally all together again, Theory wanted to relish in that. Part of her was frustrated that this happy reunion was besmirched by the upcoming raid. It felt like there was a darkness on the horizon that she couldn't quite shake. When would they be able to sit back and enjoy each other's company? They'd lost so much time already. She pressed her face into Motif's fur, laughing a bit at the description of Acere. "Yeah. Shaye told me more about it during our training - he stepped out of bounds against another pack. When she ordered him to step down, he refused and she stripped him of his rank. I don't think he ever forgave her for that..." her voice grew soft towards the end. "It wasn't a misunderstanding, either. He tried to force claim an innocent bystander. In short, I don't know if he will decide to be our enemy, but perhaps it's time we found other friends we can really trust."