It was still undeniably strange to have Shai in the same pack as her, to be so near him and so obviously, so vastly apart. Thanks to Shaye she knew some of his language, but Shai knew even more of her own. Having Shaye here in the pack once more was a blessing, and she saw the girl daily even if she was often out with Rhythm or her father, at least Motif could feel certain that her little girl had a lot of love in her life.
Unaware of her sisters turmoil, she would draw comfort from the others presence, curled together with her sister, and here in her den she would carve out a little harmony in the chaos of her life. It was an easy thing to drift off to sleep with the presence of her sister all about her like a comforting halo of inner light, warming and soothing her even as she lost consciousness and slipped into sleep.
She would wake with a start at the sound of Rhythm's scream, already scrambling to her feet, teeth bared, prepared to defend her beloved sister, and had a moment to look about her in bewilderment before she regained her senses and realized it was a dream. Seeing then how Rhythm had lost control, how tears poured jagged, glistening streaks down her cheeks. Immediately Motif was with her, pulling her close in a tight embrace, gently soothing and licking the girls forehead to comfort her and whispering in her ear. “Shh, shh, its okay sweetie, its okay” she promised, rocking them back and forth ever so gently as a mother would her frightened child. “It was just a dream, just a dream” she promised, “Do you want to tell me about it?”
