Whitefish River been a liar, been a thief

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!