Beyond them the world was darkening. The shadows grew longer, pulling themselves along with inky, blackening fingers. It was still too early for the sky to paint itself in vibrant hues, but it was beginning to warm up, patches of pale pink, orange and purple hinting at what was to come. Any other time Warja would have noticed this and been transfixed by the sight, but Kismet had her undivided attention. Somewhere behind her the corpse of a rabbit lay cooling, but it was the kind of forgotten that wouldn't be remembered until it was too late. The poor creature's body would be wasted and perhaps this was a shame, but Warja didn't notice.
He'd missed her. Warja's pulse sped up briefly as a thrill of joy blasted through her chest. Of course she'd missed him too, but knowing the feeling was mutual made all the difference. She felt wanted and it was a feeling unlike any other she'd ever experienced. Her family, whether they liked it or not, was stuck with her. Kismet wasn't stuck with her, didn't even have to tolerate her if he didn't want to. And he'd missed her. "I missed you too."
