From one hand to another

Siren loped behind her brother, her tiny thin legs nearing a run as she tried to obey his command. Dalila was faster and better built, she could move quicker than the smaller girl as well. As long as she didn’t trip on her fur, Siren could keep up. Her movements were carefully placed and offered the illusion of grace. If she faltered Chimera would grab her, but she wanted no excuse to not carry her own weight.

”That’s pretty.” Siren commented absently as she focused on moving her paws. She wondered how long they were going to have to move like this. ”I’m Siren.” There was little use of saying her last name anymore. ”This is Chimera.” She couldn’t know what her brother would prefer to be called, but did wonder if Dalila would be saying it very often. She refrained from mentioning that she would be the one to patch her up after he’d done his damage. That promise would come later. For now the dainty girl kept her attention on her feet.