Can You Be My Floaties?

Walk | Talk | Think

Still feeling that little spark of anger within herself, the part that was still too undone by the events to rationalize things, Anais worked to catch her breath as she listened to her younger sister's excuse for ending up where she had. Just wanted to play. Well, if that did not sound like someone she knew. A little guiltily, Anais looked away, as if the curious bug inside of her sister that had drawn her to the lake had been her fault. She was the original adventurous one, the one who tended to always be ready and willing to go see new places, with or without chaperones. Maybe she should have been setting a better example for them; maybe she should have already started including them more so that this sort of thing need not happen.

A heavy sigh exited her muzzle as the grey-gold girl finally managed to calm her frantic heart rate enough to steady out her breathing, ears perked attentively while Lior stated that she, for the most part, was fine, save for the terrible scare she had been given by the whole ordeal. Anais's laugh was short, dry, and lifting her head she watched her sibling approach her to lean against her leg with a promise never to get in the same situation again. "Good," she responded with relief, sinking to her stomach and in the same move curling her paws around little Lior to draw her close. Her head lowered to rest heavily over the young pup where she was within the circle of her paws, in effect pinning her to the spot. "I don't think my heart could take it," she admitted, a touch of humor in her voice. She was safe. Lior was safe, and she had rescued her. Curling her paws a little tighter, Anais smiled with a warming pride, glad that she was living up to her role as big sister.