MIDDLE FINGERS UP

Although Sibelle had been the only one that was supposed to go, Hestia had followed, even if Sibelle did notice. It was too late now for the russet wolf to send her back, and finally, Hestia's nose twitched as she smelt blood, her sister, and the scent of another wolf. Fur rose up on the girl's back, and her blue eyes narrowed as a growl rang through the air, not the small, weak growl she used to have. Quickly, three black paws and a white paw let the girl lunge forward, quick as a dart, her lips beginning to curl back in a snarl, but she stayed still, her fur still bristling, until Sibelle arrived a few moments later. When Sibelle spoke, Hestia tensed up, her eyes gleaming with the fact that she would be able to fight for her sister, who was already almost a year old. Hestia opened her jaws, her entire body trembling with excitement, and she struggled to close them with a snap. Finally, the girl spoke, a word that her mother would have mauled her for saying if it embarrassed her slipping from her lips.


"Give me my sister back, or I will have no trouble killing you, stupid wolf. Stupid bitch." Without a second warning, Hestia lunged, her jaws snapping, as she tried to sink her fangs into the pale woman's throat, her ears flat back. A low growl would escape her jaws, even if she didn't manage to hurt this wolf, and she would lunge again if she missed, this time trying to sink her jaws into Artemis's eye, a low growl escaping from er jaws a second time. Her aim was to kill or maim, then get her sister and get back to her pack, even if Sibelle did tell her mother what the almost yearling had did. Maybe her mother, or even her sister, would be proud of her, if only she were the one carting her older sister back to Covari.


With a slight tilt of her head in Sibelle's direction, Hestia ran closer to where her sister was, before barking out something at Sibelle. "Sibelle, do you think you can handle this wolf on your own? If you can, I'll take Fiamette back to Covari. If you can't, I'll take Fiamette somewhere safe and come back. I promise." Looking at Sibelle for a moment longer, Hestia tried to grab Fiamette's scruff, letting out a huff in the process, and attempted to run away with her sister, slowed down by the weight.


EXIT HESTIA/FIAMETTE. HESTIA MAY COME BACK

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