^^It was true; the sisters hadn’t been able to enjoy alone time with each other in quite some time. It was the downside of being an adult with responsibilities, really; she had missed being a child, in the early days of their childhood.
Before everything had gone so terribly wrong over one very close minded wolf.
Her sister’s voice broke the silence, asking silly questions. Harper was a blindly loyal wolf to Valeska; the only ones more important to her than her sister, was her children, and had she not been busy with them, she’d drop anything for Valeska.
Harper turned in the water, swimming in a semi circle to face her sister with a smirk an arch of an eyebrow. She was taking a swim; how busy could she be, at this moment?
“Hallo, sister.” Harper cooed softly in greeting. Her eyes would come to narrow upon the sight of her sister. Perhaps if she had not been singing the tune, she might have noticed the limping from the sounds of Valeska’s pawsteps.
An embarrassed look was cast upon her, and Valeska explained, and Harper nodded her head softly with an expression on her face that said something along the lines of:
ah, that explains it, as though she was trying to mentally and silently figure out what was different about her sister.
“Ohs, you don’t wanna go again? Isn’t three time the glamour?” She blinked, paused and frowned. No, no, that wasn’t the saying.
“Three time… the.. allure?” She tilted her head and looked at her sister helplessly for a moment.
And then she burst out laughing. Not because of her sister’s request, or that she was bruised and sore, mind you, but because the saying she had just butchered sounded so silly.
“Should we remove the fur to see how bad it is first?” Harper wiggled her brows playfully as she swam to the shore and closer to her sister, giving her a few — though gentle — licks to the forehead.
“For the muscles and pains, anything with curcumin will ease your pain. Don’t tell me you forgot about the time I used chamomile on you? Other things include the tasty herbs. Tummy-ric, cinnooomon, and that english word for the color red. Er.. Gen..gar?” Harper blinked with a huff, and shook her head, pawing at the air, into a particular direction.
“Oh, uh, I’m… ” Troubled? No. Kind of, but not in a negative way. She didn’t know the word for it.
“I’m…” Her brows came together, and she sat down with this weird scowl like expression.
“Troubled, but not in a bad way. Er, озадаченный — perplexed.” She’d said, not really knowing the english word for it.
She looked around and sniffed the air; wanting to make sure they were alone. And then, she dropped the bombshell.
“Мардохей хочет быть моим мужем. — Mordecai wants to be my husband.”
^^