Hiding from my Past

An all too familiar laugh caused Tyr to instinctively flinch away, dropping to his belly and cringing. Weth, his half-sister and fostered littermate, though she probably didn't care to remember that part of their relationship. A familiar humiliation curled through his stomach at the way he naturally cowered before her, his embarrassment more acute now when he'd thought himself free yet he still trembled at her feet the minute he'd heard her voice. Her words held the same mocking scorn she'd shown him ever since they'd left puppy-hood behind.

"W-weth, w-what are you d-doing here?" he whined, hating the way he stuttered and whimpered the words but unable to stop himself.



"Speech"

Nothing to gain, everything to fear