I was playing it cool

Sagittarius Fallen

Sagittarius was always rougher with her other siblings, but with Pythia she was more gentle. Although knowing Pythia could hold her own, especially with stronger senses. Her tail gave a wag as it would make little sounds from gliding over the small shoots of grass. Listening to Pythia's words flow from her small lips.

Pythia was wise beyond her years. Like a ancient soul trapped in a small body, although to the little red and charcoal she-wolf Pythia was much bigger even as a pup. "Mamas and papas do keep us safe. And being a puppy is fun, but does get boring." She laughed as she felt the bite filled with playfulness connect within the scruff.

Allowing her head to fall against her sisters shoulder. Words seeping out. "Although you are blind, I suppose you could smell in color and feel things differently than we can." She didn't like that her sister was blind, not one bit and would try to find a way to get her vision back. Even if it did seem like a task that would never end.