I hope you dance!

Oh, she was late. It felt like time always got away from her these days - renewing the borders, trying to study herbs independently, wracking her brain for ways to try and reconnect with her lost siblings... The imminent birth and the strengthening of the relationship between her, Poem, and Motif only had her stewing on what she'd lost with Verse and Noir. The only common denominator was her, so logically it followed that they'd run away and it was her fault. She hadn't done enough to reach out while they were here and now they were lost to Boreas; vast wilderness laid between her and any hope of tracking them down. Dreams found her chasing the barest slip of Verse's fur or Noir's scent already weeks old. It was beginning to haunt her.

When she arrived on the scene the young alpha was breathless and bright-eyed. This was a new chance to turn it all around. She could be there for these kids - for her siblings - from the very beginning. Theory was so nervous she felt like she was going to throw up. "Hey," she called softly, watching the tip of Samara's tail recede into darkness within the den. She paced nervously for a few moments before settling next to her father and sisters. "Were you there? For our births?" she asked, her eyes trained like a hawk on the entrance of the den for any sign of distress.