It would not be long before he was there, flicking like a ghost from the woods into sight for a moment she was speechless, her eyes roving his face, features and familiarity with a soft twinge of pain in her gut. This was the boy who wholly and irrevocably stolen away her heart body and soul. He smelled homely, of fresh kill, grass, of warm dens and another body. She stiffened at the thought, her eyes darting wildly for a moment and she frantically tried to grasp hold of why she had come. Her emotions where overwhelming her, her heart in her throat. She had not come her to repeat the past, but to show a future that well may be shocking was also life changing and beautiful, their little girl.
Breaking the few moments of Motif's shocked silence the girl in question slipped out from the protective position she had put her in. “Shaye!” she said, sharper then had intended as she took a weary, protective step forward. But Shaye didn't go any further then that, she seemed to hesitate, her head taking in everything and Motif could just imagine her perfect blue eyes widening in wonder – after all, how could anyone look at Shai at not be awestruck. Then her little girl spoke, and the words tweaked her heart strings, both in love and worry as the perfect little child named Shai for what he was – her father. Motif did not reach for her girl again, but she remained tensed, her muscles locked and ready to fly to Shaye's defense if it seemed that even for a second it was necessary.
