Shaye had been playing hopscotch (of a sort) down by the stream, trying not to feel lonely without Rhy, when the call of Mo sounded out through the pack lands. She froze, both her right paws up in the air and she swayed as she half lost balance before settling them back on the ground again and tilting her head. The last notes where still whistling through the air, and she could almost feel the atmosphere of them, the anger. She found herself slinking closer to the earth, her tail between the earth. The girl knew she was in trouble, big trouble, and she could guess why.
She whimpered softly and headed out in the direction of her mother. It was hard to walk right into the face of danger, but she certainty wasn't going to turn around and run in the opposite direction. She took a deep breath, and slunk off in the direction of her mother.
When Motif came into sight, she needed only one glance at the chocolate woman to know shit was about to hit the fan. She almost didn't see Bass, her mother anger gave her a presence that was hard to ignore, and seeing him there gave her the courage to creep a little further forward, and well her tail was tied very firmly around her back leg in acceptance of Motif's dominance, her head was also held high, and she met Mo's fiery golden eyes with the calm blue of her own, and sat down at her mothers feet, waiting for the explosion surely to come.
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