tiny paw prints

Siren didn’t know any better, to her it was normal that her siblings were rough with her. She was a timid child with little fight in her, and seeing Mort’s reactions to her wounds made her lower her gaze in shame. For a moment the tiny pup almost turned back into the den, to loose herself in the thick furs of her mother’s bed and cease to exist but in dreams. Before she could act Mortis moved closer, an action that made her smile with how awkward he was. The much bigger boy was suddenly very close, but he was soft with her as he explained what a friend was. That they looked out for one another.

She blinked at him softly, they were so close now that she could help but catch a glimpse of him through her silver eye. The damaged eye, the one that gave her nightmares and saw color where none should be. Seeing the blueish tint around his body soothed her, and softened her to him further. She could trust this blue color. He talked about speaking to her mother, and returning to her here. Making her brother’s jealous.

”They’d just take you away too.” She told him quietly, sure of her words. She was tiny and weak, facts she’d known by the time her eyes opened. ”But.. I want to be friends.” There was fera in her heart, fear that anything that made her happy would be used against her, and she didn’t want to see Mortis hurt.