how to be a leader (and a sister, and a daughter...)

Theory · (This post was last modified: 06-26-2020, 06:16 PM by Theory.)

Winter had set in with a bone chilling cold that lasted even while the sun was high in the sky. Theory did her best to still complete her duties and maintain pack morale, but it was hard when all of her energy seemed to be sapped from just patrolling in this frigid weather. She wanted to touch base with those closest to her and see where everyone was at. Rhyme had already come to her - their conversation had provided an additional level of comfort and reassurance she hadn't known she had desperately needed. They had reached the point past "stability" and had begun to grow, as a family and as a pack. It was a wonderful thing. There was a certain sparkle in his eye when he talked about Samara that kept her on her toes, but at the end of the day, she was happy for her father.

Next on her list was Motif. Navigating the strange channel between leader and daughter had been strange for her, and even stranger did it feel to assign tasks and training to her sisters. It left a nervous pit in her stomach. As much as they loved her, she worried about pushing them too hard. Or not hard enough? Theo knew the Armada had pushed Poem to her peak physical condition, but it had been under duress. How could she hope to achieve similar results? Brooding over various ideas and training regimes, Theory lifted her head to the sky and called for her sister, Motif. The young alpha had gravitated towards the bay since claiming it when they had returned to the mainland. Even in the winter, there was a savage beauty about the ocean. Waves crashed ceaselessly against the shore, louder than ever. The air itself had seemed to quiet with the first snowfall, which had drifted into dunes and finally petered out into the sandy beach.

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