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I'll be waiting here to meet you


Hanna was extremely fast with her arrival, but Colibri still had to leash herself from screaming out what had taken her so long. It was the emotions that burned. She did not look up at the black female a second, just sat there watching the bloated little female that had minutes before lost consciousness. Tears had been running down her face for a little while now, but the female herself was silent, silent wiping off Mew's face and stroking the blood-soaked fur. She believed she had gotten away in the fire, but this was even worse, because she was being forced to watch her daughter die. No, not die, Mew would not die, Colibri would not allow it. Nor would Hanna.

Hanna threw out commands, and for a moment Colibri resisted, but she had no opinion than to obey and just be of as much help as she could. Most of all she wanted to cling to Mew and cry, but she knew that was not a valid option to use at the moment. She nodded rapidly and ran to find more cloth from where she had found the few towels. There was enough to take from, and some of the larger cloths she ripped in two and three pieces, letting there be different sizes for Hanna to choose from. Dumping the stuff at a dry stuff, she made her way into the kitchen, finding a metal bowl and more water from a half broken barrel with rain water she saw was all right clear.

She put the bowl directly on the fire, wondering what the hell to do as she had never ever boiled any water, and avoided fire in general, even if it was controlled. The bowl was only half full anyway, so the boiling water would have difficulties killing the fireplace no mater how violently it danced. The crimson eyed werewolf took the knife and held it into the fire, careful so that she would not burn herself. Wait. Red hot and clean when time comes to deliver? What the fuck was her sister going to do with the knife? Her hand was shaking, and she had to grab the knife with both hands, scared of losing it and getting any dirt on it.

She had barely noticed that Hanna had left the building, and irritation and frustration boiled up in her. What had Colibri expected anyway? Bippedi boppedi boop, Mew was all right? Yes, in fact something similar had been in her thoughts, but of course that was not how it worked, and she would only have to trust her sister in what she did.


Dying to meet you


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