Stealing two months of her time wasn't enough for the buggers, now they had to kill her too, it was all she could think of as she lay on the floor of her cave and panted. It would be then that she would hear the sound of her sister, her sound a life rope as the queens eyes searched for her sisters face in the darkness. She grunted acknowledgement to her sisters words before feeling her paws prod the birthing woman's sensitive stomach.
It was difficult to do as Rhythm asked, but she forced herself to calm, found some strength in her that bloomed in her sisters presence. She breathed in and out in pants, the sweet scent of oxygen fulling her lungs until her sisters voice spoke out again, asking softly if she was ready. In response, Motif closed her eyes and pushed, knowing things had to be okay now that Rhythm was here – who would have thought, it would be Rhythm that saved her life. Somehow, Motif always thought it would be the other way around, that her protective feelings to her sister would rear its head and bring her to foll-hardy action in order to see her sister out of some situation alive – but instead it would be Rhythm's calm, healing hands that would win this challenge first, it would she, who saved Motif's life.
