Her sister would giggle in response to her actions and the queen would throw a grin her way. She truly had missed her dark almost-twin and had worried a little about her out in the outside world. She had listened every night and well sometimes she heard the song of wolves touch the air she not once heard any from Rhythm crying out for aid. Pregnant or not, she knew she would charged towards that sound like an angered rhino, ready to mutilate any who darned harm her sweet sister. Her worrying was of course for naught as Rhythm returned to her whole and undamaged – had it been any other way, revenge would have been eminent, of course.
The sisters curled up together, and Motif could easily feel the shifting of Rhythm as she shuffled against her to get comfortable. She would be startled when a soft word slipped through her sisters lips, and she would turn to peer at the other girl. Rhythm would simply comment on the size and Motif would laugh softly, the sound falling quit as her expression became sad, perhaps... even a touch wistful. “They are, I have a feeling there getting that from Shai ” she slipped a little on his name and found herself returning her head to her paws, an action made to hide the fact that she was turning her gaze from Rhythm. [b] “Did I tell you he was a giant?” and perhaps Rhythm could hear the upward quirk of her lips in her tone as she spoke this, finding dry humour in the predicament she found herself in.
