The Lost Ones

She stared at him for a moment. "Me, too." It was what scared her the most. What if he was the one who took Squee and Nyan from her? She nodded. His intentions were good. But she couldn't deny a tingle in her fur, the hot boil of her blood, and narrow of her blue eyes. So would she kill him. But would hers be murder, or self-defense? She knew it would be murder. An eye for an eye. Her heart was darkened from the stain Phayte had put on it; and so she came to know this. But when she looked at Noel's amber eyes all that left her maw was "I would, too."

She was hesitant to not run off right now in search of them; feeling that every moment ticking away was a moment lost. But he spoke reason and she heeded. She would be little use with no food. She nodded. Of course, while they searched every location; so could their siblings, and end up in some sort of dance where neither party found each other. But that was unlikely. Surely they would find someone who knew them. She blinked up at Noel, feeling relief for the first time in months. She had someone who could take the lead. It was not all on her shoulders anymore. "Thank-you," she murmured, staring up at him for a moment before she turned to go find some food.

Exit Meep.