Motif would take to sleeping more often then normal and had thrown up a few times more since that first morning. She was feeling pretty degraded, certain she was coming down with some flu but one that was taking its sweet time to fully manifest, instead if teased her with days where she was fine and felt as fit as ever, and others, mornings mostly where she was certain she was dying. She was sick at tired of this already and knew she aught to find one of the pack healers to see if they could give her anything for it.
Her appitite was all over the place as well, and since she was feeling so out of it these days she only kept herself in the company of Shai and their child, she didn't feel that up to visitors. Or at least, that was her initial thought until she heard the sweet call of her sister float out across the land. The siblings had most assuradly spent too much time apart as it was and she was keen to see Rhythm, so she picked her fattening bulk – through if anyone mentioned her growing weight they would quickly lose their head - off the earth and started off in a trudge in her direction. She would make an effort to hide her grumpy state as she reached her sister and nuzzled the other girl on the cheek.
"Sister” she said simply.
