Whitefish River been a liar, been a thief

Wow! was the latest fixation. Not that she had any clue what it meant. She shouted it at whatever and whoever wanted to hear while her clumsy oversized paws found themselves a way through this world.

Once, she had been a mighty king; that much she remembered. Falling, falling, falling, but not before climbing very high. Would she climb that high again? Would she know how to, in this body, with this new mind, where every day she was losing more and more of the memories of what it was like to be that king?

She stood with a proud arrogance that might have reminded that king's mother of him, were she still alive to see it. With a wild wow!! the child roared and pounced at a passing butterfly, darting by on its way. She missed it, fell to the ground on her back, yipped excitedly and then pranced forward again, ready to go for another catching attempt.

More and more, they were appearing outside the den and just beyond--now that they had better senses of awareness, and mobility to match. Syrma was no exception to this, although she was already showing an interest in the nighttime especially. Plus, she liked the big vast skies open overhead, no matter the hour. There seemed to be something familiar about it and she liked the comfort it brought her.

Anyway, this afternoon,  she wasn't setting out for any real reason except to go plodding after Spica's fresh trail and coming with a matching call of Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Naturally, she didn't know many words well yet, but her name and her sister's were some of them already. Especially Spica's.. but that aside, Syrma was sure to be extra generous on the obnoxious when she could hear her sister's roars up ahead, of course.

Eventually she could see her, so bounced along faster to go stick her nose in whatever she was up to--all yipping around and such, probably having a really good time; Syrma arrived with a small bark of her own, but had more questions than that.

An ear tilted backwards at the screamed request but it was paid little attention in the light of the butterfly chase. She screamed back something -- Swyyyym! which was her way of saying her sister's difficult to pronounce name -- but that was it. She was having way too much fun to check out what her sister was doing, even though she felt the natural pull to go and find her sibling. The child got up and shook her fur, sending stray hairs and dried plants flying everywhere. She glanced around to try and find the butterfly, but it was seemingly gone.

At her sister's approach, the butterfly was fast forgotten. With a playful growl Spica pounced in the air even before her sister arrived, doing a silly little rearing jump in the air in excitement. She was about to pounce on top of Syrma when just behind her sister, she saw the butterfly again. She halted and stared, ears erect, and said, Wow! then dashed straight past her sister towards her butterfly nemesis. It wouldn't escape again!

When she was greeted back appropriately, her steps gained an extra little bounce and the rest of her mood went with it. This didn't take her long to catch some of Spica's contagious excitement anyway, and on hearing her growl, the twin was gearing up to match it with a big pounce of her own--she even got it started, and came bounding over the last bit of distance between her sibling only to stop short when she saw her attention so sharply on something else.

That was enough to divert her, and with an excited chirp, she turned around to spot the butterfly too. Oh! she yipped at the pleasant surprise, then went romping after her so she could chase both the bug and her sister. Get!! she laughed, watching it as Spica pursued, and Syrma not too many steps after her.

Suddenly, the chase became a race - or a hunt, perhaps. It was impossible to tell from a distance whether the children were playing together nicely or seeing one another as competitors, but whatever was the case, they took off after the butterfly. Perhaps for Spica, it was a little bit of both; a little bit of competition, a little bit of hunt to synchronise with her sister and most trusted companion. She exchanged a sly grin with her sister, brief before she dashed on after the butterfly with a wave of her tail and, of course, a Wow! while her sister decided they should get it. Well, duh!

Spica took a big ole pounce at the butterfly, but her boundless confidence backfired as she landed in a bramble bush. Swym get! It was all up to Syrma now whether they would succeed in catching their prey successfully or if they would fail miserably in their quest for the butterfly. Also: Ouuuuch, but Spica didn't quite realise the tangle she was in yet until she would stop breathlessly watching Syrma continue the hunt and actually move.

Everything was bound to blur when her legs really got her moving and the butterfly was pinned as target number one. Beside her sister, without a care (excepting the lack of captured bug), she had nothing to hold back about here.

She gave an encouraging yap when Spica made her lunge, though she certainly did not register the bush either--the butterfly floated right over that after all, and that had really been where her sights were as soon as she knew her sister didn't make the contact. Syrma had to give it a shot too, so went launching herself at it midair.

Her first clamp of her teeth missed because the butterfly simply lilted out of reach, so she re-positioned for another attempt; maybe a bigger jump up? NO!! she screeched and tried again, also missing when it veered away and landed herself less gracefully--all so the critter could put more distance between them while she tumbled from spilling herself. Noticing around this time her lack of reinforcements, she rolled to her paws and sprang up again. SPII!? she panted as she had to go into chase mode again--still hopeful, for her sister and the cause alike, before she could gather up another pounce, the butterfly had really started to move on up out of reach.

Spica watched as her sister continued the wild chase, cheering her on with an enthused whooping. However, it wasn't long before her sister was out of view and Spica got into motion so that she could join the chase again. Ow, she grumbled to herself while she got up and left the prickly bushes. Oo-hoow! she screeched angrily at the bush that prickled her paw pads and made her fur get stuck.

Her name sounded in the background and was answered with a loud SWYM! after which Spica started running towards her sister again, headed her way to join up again.

before i let it get any older, hope it's cool that i wrap it <3

Though she felt her sister's distance sharpening, she tried to keep her focus on the prize and launched another big leap into the air after it--since it was staying higher now that it was thoroughly bothered by the pursuer, the butterfly avoided her easily. Despite all of her best efforts otherwise, the bug flitted just out of reach, gave a few teasing loops overhead, and finally winged off to less disruptive air-spaces.

With some shrieks of complaint about this, she stormed over the last few stretches of the chase until it slowly petered out and she could hear her sister calling her name. It was well out of her reach, however, and leaving more by the instant--so all she could do at this point was watch it go with a rueful stare. Next time, she vowed, and scowled as she turned back to go return to her sister's side and let her know what had happened in the end.

They could always find new ventures to take out their frustrations and energy on, assuming her twin was up to it after her tangling of course. So that was exactly what she suggested as soon as she could, and together, they were soon onto the next focus.