A Beeline isn't Straight

Her words were meant to be reassuring but to be honest, they were repetitive. How many times did she hear this? Oh just wait, you're still young. Yes she was young and she knew she was going to grow but that wasn't the issue. She wasn't growing as fast as the others and even if she was she was never their size to start with. She was one of if not the smallest pup out of both litters.

Lyra did not tell Morwenna this though, instead she smiled politely. It was what was expected of her. She quickly figured out that most adults did not care too much about what a young pup says, they only cared if you were a well-behaved one or not. Though it seemed the Raiders couldn't care less it seemed.

Morwenna would fill her in, letting her know that she was in some type of way... one of them. As well as her wanting to visit her older sister and mother. When she asked, quite sweetly, who Lyra's parents were she did not answer right away. Instead, she looked forward blankly, would it be safe? What if this lady was lying? What if she wanted to kidnap her? Lyra's nose scrunched up in thought. But Morwenna did smell faintly similar and her instincts did tell her that this was a safe adult.

"That's funny," she softly murmured, "My moms are Jael and Modesty." she would say a little quietly. She was a pup of few words so her voice was quiet and her throat was not familiar with the vibrations of conversation. But she didn't want to be poor company and she enjoyed having attention on her for once.

"Where were you? Before you came back?"

"SPEECH"