Whitefish River Anything you feel, put it all on me

Spica was right by her twin's side as she came outside. They seemingly had exactly the same ideas about everything, even if Spica could be a bit more persistant and rough around the edges at times. She was a little more committed to the harassment of their mother, nipping at Speedy from the other side than where Syrma was. Only ten seconds or so after Syrma'd been distracted elsewhere did Spica realise that her partner in crime had flown, and she quickly bounced to her feet and followed.

Spica bounced in line next to Syrma with a nip at her sister's flank and then looked at Emrik too to see what all the fuss over here was about. She'd given up some quality mom-harassing for this, after all.