I am the new day and the day is I as I stretch out my limbs a look of pure delight painting my features a delectable sanguine. She thinks she is alone but no my sweet butterfly, the hunter is right behind you. I am the force of which provides the breeze upon which you flutter. I am the sun which warms your wings as you glide through the air. I am the breath that stretches your belly as you soar; I am your everything for you are my sister. Not by blood no, but can bonds be hindered to such. We share the same den; snuggle up to the same breast so how can you say we are not related? Would you not share your teat with me? Would I not chase the shadows for you?

With the fiery orb to my back I rest, hidden within the shelter of the bush. Yet if you were to look sistermine you would see the flash of my eyes as they follow your every movement. You would see the love and admiration clear as day yet you would also see the seriousness of my stature as I also take in the others. Such Aurelian grace she holds as she chases the namesake of you sistermine. Watch as her fur moves over her petite body, as her form tries to catch her large paws beneath her. She rivals me for the position of sun with her flaxen hues yet I am the great protector. I will be the one who rules supreme and keeps the women safe from harm. Me, the sun, yet she owns it in such a way that I will never. All would be well if it was just us, you two at play, with I watching. Yet it is not to be for he comes. He comes with scent just as she, the sun, his paws scrambling in play to join the now pile that is my sistermine and her.

Suddenly I am standing, youthful legs wobbling as they adjust to my new stance. Paws grip the earth, muscles quivering as they begin to propel me forward. I am unsteady, not graceful like sistermine. No I am the rock upon which will give her strength. Her and mother. I am their male, their guardian for it is my birthright. The male yips and head tilts, who is this Rhi? Could it be the sun? Yet still he runs toward sistermine and I fear she may be hurt and instinct kicks in. Even as a pup I know that I must move. Like how I know a teat sustains I know that my family is my heart. With as must speed my little form can muster I am upon the boy, yes I will roll with him and nip at him in order to avoid a pile up. My sister and the sun shall be unharmed and so shall we.