weaving stardust

Siren made the trip to the island long enough ago that her fur was dry, the tiny white hedgehog that she called friend combed and washed the salt water from her. The young Klein looked like the princess that she had been born as. It felt good to look good, even if there were really only two wolves who saw her. No one came out to this island, but that suited the girl. No one cared about her but Chimera, and she returned the favor and didn’t care about anyone but him. Dalila was worming her way in, especially during these cold winter days. When Chimera had to leave the island the girl appreciated having a warm body beside her. The slave girl was sweet too and Siren enjoyed her company.

Still, she was eager for Chimera to return to the island and to her. He’d sent her word, which was half the reason she was on the beach now. Dual toned gaze eventually saw his form down the beach, his massive black and white frame soaked to the bone. She slowed and lowered herself to her haunches and curled her tail around her hips for warmth. The girl peered down at the offered haunch and a grin spread over her features. He’d spare her deer.

She joined him over the haunch as he spoke, carefully joining him as she picked delicately at the meal he provided for her. Her brows raised in interest as he mentioned his plans for after dinner, but she’d allow the statement to stew instead of pressing as he mentioned Dalila. She finished her small bite and looked up to her brother. ”Yes, and we’ve been working on a real den.” Being able to say so, and having a real permanent place that belonged to them, settled the tiny child. Having such a tumultuous childhood gave her feet an unsteady foundation, but Chimera was working to stabilize it. ”I’s just so relieved to be back here with you.” She mentioned again before taking another bite.