let the ravens gather
The female does not respond, and Hemera glared at the coward, hatred in her gaze. Then a scent fills the air, one she almost finds familiar, and the golden fur almost like hers, in a way. A glance towards the sister she had met not long ago confirms it; this woman may be her mother. She wanted to run to the woman, but she did not move, even as she spoke, calling the pup her daughter, in a way. It was certain now, that the woman was her mother, but she did not meet the golden woman's gaze, moving closer to Natalya.
Her mother, or the wolf who claimed to be their mother, had left. Hemera only stared at her paws.
The child's thoughts swirled too fast, and made her dizzy. The ground seemed to be spinning under her paws. She opened her jaws, unaware that she was speaking in English again. Or, more like it, switching between the two. She realized that she was speaking in English, and switched to Greek again. But it didn't matter, because the words were out of her jaws before she could stop them. "I'm lypo?maste, but den don't....." Her voice faltered.
If her mother won, then hopefully the golden woman would understand that she would live with her adopted family. Her family had not left, and a slight bubble of resentment wells within her. But she doesn't say a word, pushing herself closer to her real mother. Her icy blue eyes finally raise, and she stares at her mother for a moment longer. She does not wag her tail or show any signs of affection, but simply stares. With that, she moves away, pressing against her brother. It is almost as if she were protecting him. |