Duck Lake i did my hair in the mirror

her eyes wandered away from the ducks and rested on a brown pelt before her. the darkness of the fur and glinting blue eyes were oddly familiar. it reminded her of the sister she had left behind, along with the rest of her family. could this be molpadia? “no,” she murmured, almost inaudibly. she was back at home, with her mother and sisters, this couldn’t be her! but maybe...

alkaia took a few unsettled steps towards the wolf, but as she drew closer, as her denial proved to be false, the unease drifted away. the amazonian didn’t greet her sister, only stared at her. her mind was racing with questions.

”you left home,” she stated as if molpadia was unaware. did areto send her out? was she kicked out? did she follow her? alkaia wanted to blurt all these questions out, but simply asked: “why?”