Whitefish River le sigh

Syrma followed the riverside, moseying along to try to distract herself. She had spent a lot of time stewing over everything lately, and usually avoiding most folks except her twin. Thankfully it was really easy, since mom and Emrik had been plenty busy taking care of packmates, and before that, even others from their neighbors.. or whatever that whole deal had been with some "Empress". It just always seemed to be about someones puppies lately, and Syrma just didn't have a lot of investment in it, so mulled along doing whatever she wanted instead.

She wasn't going anywhere quickly, so was taking some note of whatever she saw along the way--some of the plants beside the river caught her eye sometimes, as did an occasional mossy rock, but inevitably it made her think about her mom.. and she wanted nothing to do with that right now. After flinging her snout up in the air, indignant at the sour thoughts that stormed through her wherever she went, she jogged on and soon found Spica.

Trotting closer, and despite the very obvious moping that was being done, she didn't hesitate because she knew why, sharing some sentiment about it (since she assumed the cause to be the obvious ones lately). You're the only one I wanna see right now.. or like.. ever, she scoffed, though was relieved this was the company she had run into. Fondly she poked her nose at her sister's shoulders, and plunked her rump down next to her with a huff.