Wheeling Gull Isle Man Machine Poem

WC: 451
Bahahha, Thresher the witch XD

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The impressionable young girl waited, her breath stifled in her throat even though she wasn’t aware she was holding it, for Moorhen to come and see what she’d made. It took the woman a moment or two to look at it, and in the very least, she looked surprised...But Thresher was a very sensitive young wolf, she sensed that there was something besides delight that Moorhen was feeling. It wasn’t disappointment, no, nor was it anger. Thresher had never been subject to skepticism or judgement before, so she could only perceive Moorhen’s reaction as containing just the tiniest bit of fear, which made no sense to Thresher. She wilted slightly under Moorhen’s watchful eye, wondering if she had done something wrong- and the convinced herself then and there that if she was to do something like this again, that she would keep it to herself- or do it just at the ocean’s edge so that no one would get to see it before the sea washed it away. There was something wrong with what she’d done.

Moorhen suggested that they show Coelacanth, and there was a warmth to her praise, but she still couldn’t help but feel that there was something wrong with what she’d done. She looked down at it now, disappointed with herself. All she’d wanted to do was please the stoic female, but she hadn’t been able to do that. She wasn’t nearly as silly or playful as the other adults were, when they were around the pups, and Thresher wasn’t sure she enjoyed that fact very much. Thresher thrived on positive reinforcement and read deeply into the reaction she got from others. So, as she hadn’t gotten the reaction she’d wanted, she settled on keeping that work a secret.

She shrugged silently, and shook her head. It wasn’t that good...Her mother didn’t need to see it. She wasn’t scared of having her mother see it, of course, but if it hadn’t made Moorhen jump for joy, then there was no point in showing it to anyone else. ”S...Silly.” She peeped softly, and moved forward to paw at the sand a few times- just enough to destroy the very rough image she’d drawn. Still grateful for the time she’d gotten to spend with Moorhen, though feeling somewhat defeated deep down inside, she moved forward to touch her nose respectfully to Moorhen’s chin. ”Find Mom,” She breathed softly, as a way to excuse herself. She gave Moorhen one more grateful and fond look- though with a slight sadness to her eyes, and toddled off to find her mother and seek a bit of the reassurance she knew she was sure to get.

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