Hushed Willows you're my devil, you're my angel

Something light bubbled within the Sigma as the other drew a line towards his forehead. In an attempt to showcase the joy he felt he wrangled his lips into something that resembled a smile. The line of his lips was wavy, yet the corners of his lips curved upwards for the first time. His tail tipped from side to side and his face wrinkled happily.

This happiness lasted until he heard he heard his mother’s voice.

The light in his life went dark as he turned quickly to Amara and any happiness melted from his expression. As her scolding commenced the child stared intensely at her and cupped his ears forward, as if to silently defy her words and show that he was the boss-- not her.