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

There was something beautiful about the crashing waves, the controlled, destructive force. The way the water rolled back, and rushed forward once more. Crashing against the rocks, and leaping skyward in a flash of water and dancing sunlight. The young singer found she liked to sit on the sandy shores of Fontamo bay, and watch the waves as they crashed against the base of the Moontouched cliffs.

Her voice rose, softer than the crashing waves, as she sang gentle melodies, and wondered what it would like to travel upon the ocean. Her eyes were closed, and she almost missed the extra sound, the one that hadn’t been there a moment ago. The sound of paws as they crunched lightly over the beach. She opened her eyes, and found her sister, blushing softly as she realised she had been caught singing.

“Oh, hey Theory” She murmured softly to her sister and Alpha.