tiny paw prints

She was quiet as Mortis thought her over and observed her timid nature. Nothing like any of the rest of her siblings, the little Klein girl was shy and reserved. She hid when she could, and couldn’t fight back when she was found. There were reasons for her little injuries, mainly that she didn’t fight back. She didn’t know that he had struggled similarly and had only just found his place. She was young, and had no idea the difficulties that she would endure thanks to her brothers.

Pale ears perked as he answered her, his tall form coming to crouch at the entrance of the palace. He had to stoop so low already and he wasn’t even half a year old yet. He smiled, and already was much more kind than she expected. Siren would have backed away from his closeness had he been her brother’s, but the way he said his words like a secret the girl felt herself want to trust him. Trust him like she couldn’t anyone else. ”I want to be friends.” She confessed softly, she had no friends at present. Maybe Daedra, but she was always caught up in mother’s affairs. ”How do you be friends, Mortis?” She asked softly, wanting so bad to go outside and be friends with him, but held back in her fear.