8) WC: 334
Colibri had a bad attitude, but she was not a fighter. If she didn't possess such a stubborn streak, she would have already admitted to herself that she hated being a loner, and just found a pack already. "Yeah, let's call it that," she muttered under her breath, "-and definitely not a lack of social skills." She raised an eyebrow as she watched the other wolf sidestep, wondering idly if the stranger wanted to continue searching the old shacks for whatever she was looking for. It wasn't like Coli was about to stop her, if that's what she'd rather be doing. She didn't have anything interesting to talk about.
That was, until the next thing she said. Coli caught her breath, blue eyes widening. "Y-yes, actually," she stammered, thrown off by the question -- though there was no doubt who they were talking about. Coli's conception had been an accident, when a young and foolhardy Haku Soul seduced a mated female. Neither that wolf's family nor Haku had wanted to raise her, which she suspected was the reason she had not been given a real surname -- just a little made-up name to designate her from her grandmother. As he matured, Haku sired many other litters, some of whom he did give his family name -- just another way he made his first daughter feel unwanted.
"Who... are you? Are you one of his, too...?" she asked breathlessly, quickly closing the distance between them. Through all of her gloom, the thought of a real family always brought her hope; whether it was the time she spent living with little Willow and her mother Deuce, or watching Conor and Emwe grow up from afar, or even the notion that she could have her own children one day, however unlikely it was becoming now. These days, without a pack or family or even a friend, Colibri felt so utterly lost and useless. It had to be fate, if this distinguished young woman was actually her sister...
