Taste The Rainbow

Philomena had stirred but she chose not to move at first. She heard Celestin and trusted him to deal with the stranger. Their talk recently had helped her, if only a bit, but it was enough. She had made a promise that she was going to keep trying, attempt to fight for the happiness that could be there. She was uncertain, hell, terrified of everything coming crashing down once more. But she was going to try, try to get up and keep going. She was wary, waiting for things to fall apart, but… there was that little flame now, rekindled from the embers.

There was hope.

Meme darted away from her side before Philly could register she was awake and was shouting at the stranger. Her daughter, quick to defend their family, was puffed up like an angry cat at the mouth of the den. Something flared in Philly then. Despite knowing Cel was there a fire ignited within her and roared to life as she shot to the mouth of the den and moved Meme back. She planted herself between the opening and her surviving child as her eyes narrowed. Her lips peeled back to reveal her fangs, slightly parted, and a deep guttural growl bubbled up in her chest; a warning that if the male dared try and slip past Cel she wasn’t going to hold back in making him regret even coming to the falls that day.