memories we all share

Theory leaned against her, and Motif shuffled to allow more room for her sister to nestle against her. She rested her chin on Theorys head. Her sister was just a smidge shorter then her, but she had forgotten that of late. Theory always stood so tall and sure, she was an Alpha with the weight of the world on her shoulder. Despite being raised as a Princess, Motif didnt envy her the responsibility. She did feel a strange, strong urge in her gut to protect Theory, who in turn protected all of them.

"I dont remember him" Motif admitted, his presence had been so short in her life, and her world had changed so many times since. She had no knowledge of his character to draw on now. "I'll support you, whatever you do. I'm not much of a fighter, but I'll fight for Abaven. I'll get pointers from Poem. I want let you down, Theo" she whispered softly.