Cure my mind.

Change was not a good thing for Pythia. She would take many things in stride, but change always set her off kilter for a day or so. Adjusting to the transition from Spring to Summer had been easy enough, but now that the temperatures were dipping and rain increased, the transition from Summer to Autumn was not taking to the blind girl nearly as well. If she were being honest, it sucked. Paths that she knew were always there were now covered by fallen, crunchy leaves. Leaves that were far too loud. And then there was the issue with the animals. With Winter on the horizon, they were in a frenzy to prepare. Add on top of all of that the danger that seemed impending for everyone (not that it was easy for her to acknowledge due to her lack of sight), she did feel the tremors. Had felt the shaking before anyone else. Knew it was coming, but had no idea exactly what it was.

Fear lingered along the edges of her eyes, as vague as they were, and she did not like it. Didn't enjoy the unease that trickled through her body. How her heart sped up a little bit faster. Every unknown sound made her spin, ears flattening and twisting, scruff bunching, ready to defend herself. Most times, it was just another pack member, one of her mother's companions, or an animal wandering by, but it still put her on edge. Stress. It would make her die a death faster than her blindness.

Yet, she attempted to hide it from everyone else. She was fine. They were fine. Everything was fine. Admitting that something was indeed wrong was accepting the fact that it needed to be fixed, and she didn't want to fix it. Not yet at least. Let the creep wailing wind and shaking depths subside first then she could adjust to the change in the season. Maybe, hopefully.

Releasing a whooshing breath, on her inhale, the scent of her sister reaches her. Along with that familiar scent, a tinge of the same stress that she felt muddled in her own head. Concern for her sister washes over her and Pythia moves into action. Hurrying as fast as her paws can take her over the rock strewn path, she approaches Sagittarius with a quiet 'woof' before seeking her out with her pale nose.

When her nose can seek out her sister effectively, she slides her body along Sagittarius' and comes to rest her cheek against her sister's. A silent signal that she was there for her and could rely on her for an open ear. But they would do something else first.

"Let us meditate. It will help," Pythia murmurs to her sister before peeling away, coming to sit primly and properly as she always did.

"speech"