Whitefish River ambition

The enthusiasm was infectuous, it seemed. The idea caught on and Syrma added another dollop of her own enthusiasm on top. Spica nodded excitedly at everything her twin said. Yes, exactly! she said, her voice filled with an optimism and enthusiasm that she hadn't felt in a long time. Ever since their mother had broken the news about the pups, pretty much.

What was even better was that Syrma managed to bend it so that it seemed they needed to do this for the pack's sake, or whatever. They needed to travel on their own so they could really become good scouts. Yessss! Spica squealed happily. That's a great reason! Mom can't say no if we use that! Her tail waved excitedly as she thought of this. Maybe it wasn't entirely healthy that she felt she needed to look for excuses to leave and build a good case, but like they'd previously established, that was just necessary for their mother not to have a complete meltdown over this.