Secrets

The girl said nothing as both wolves spoke, her face still sour as Sibelle turned to look at her. She seemed to give her a we-will-talk-later look, and the small beast huffed. Fine, as long as the big gray oaf wouldn't be there. When Sibelle moved herself so that both wolves flanked her, Ekko's hackles rose. She didn't like him being near his lady, and she also didn't like the shiver that she felt course though the russet babe's body. Oh no. She knew what that was. Tossing a sideways look at her Queen, the girl let out the smallest of growls. She would never be mad at her kind owner, but she would not watch them fall in love. She did not want to pick up the broken pieces after he broke her heart.

It was then that Ekko faltered in her steps. She had never told Sibelle about her past. Her master never asked, so she never stated her terrible tale, on why her faced was scared and why she could only hear out of one ear. Maybe that is why she was at a loss for her actions, why she had no idea why Ekko was so stand-offish around Crucifix. Freezing, she felt her whole rusty-red frame quiver. Sibelle had no idea what the notion of love did, of the darkness that single word had. She needed to warn her, needed to tell her of this evil before it consumed her. But he was here, and that was not information that would be shared with him. Letting out a soft breath, she sprinted until she was trotting behind Crucifix and Sibelle, attempting to squeeze her small body between the two wolves. This was a day of secrets indeed.