Here I am

[Mew Sadira]

Word Count: 392

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Her footsteps were not light and cautious as they should have been, but heavy and laden with her mood. Silence haunted her but her movement did not mirror this, moving rapidly through the lands of the tribe. If she ran into someone it would mean getting caught for trespassing, but this did not worry her at all. In fact, such trivialities no longer bothered her mind, as it was preoccupied with the details of her litter and impending death. She was following her aunt's scents into these lands, but she would only go so far. She was not able to break her own rules of politeness that heavily yet, and would not go into their living areas. Now, she sat inside the lands, but still close to their border. If someone else came, hopefully it would be a good enough excuse that she was unfamiliar with the lands.       Her voice rang in the heavy air, slicing through clouds and promises of rain. It was soft, but still it cut through the silent atmosphere, thick with concern and a single goal; Hanna. Mew's dark aunt had once before saved her life, but this time it would not be an emergency. Or, at least not an unexpected emergency. Now, Mew knew the dangers, and as she sat there and waited the pains proved it to her all too well. She would die, probably, but she would fight for her life like she had done before. But this time, Mew would be in control, and there would be no need for anyone to be called in to risk their lives for her safety. This time, it was all a plan, and hopefully it would end well. Almost absent from her mind was the thought of Lubomir, pushed out by force, yet his scent still clung to her furs in a vague manner. A short week after his leave and he had not returned, not even for short periods in the night - she knew what it meant. Her heart shook as her conscious mind flew past that subject. She attempted to focus on something else, but soon enough there were tears pearling on her eyelashes and face. She could stop them as well as she could stop the stars from shining; she could not run from it. And she would not try to do so.

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