It was amazing to discover new things every day. With so much from both worlds, the present and the past, these lands would never become boring to the snow kissed female. Today Wolfville was on the map, and Colibri moved slowly in the outskirts of the dead village. Her motivation was put on the test as the scent of Mew was present. In reality, Colibri was afraid of confronting her youngest baby girl. Mew had all right to be angry, and what the five year old female hated was that she could not justify her own actions in any possible way. It was so sad, so extremely sad that she had ruined what could have been a perfect little family. Lisichka was history, Haku had been ruined from within, Mew was emotionally rejecting her, and when it came to Melisande, Colibri did not know what to think.

She decided to enter the fallen human village nevertheless and just take the chance. No Mew, but after a little while the white female stopped dead in her tracks, believing she had heard a howl, but the sound had broke off, and Colibri knew that she had easy for imagining things. Ears flickered and was dead silent. What was the scent reaching her nostrils? The wolfess' tail hid between her hind legs, and a shiver slowly took place in her body. A second howl now clearly reached her fluffy white ears, making ice and fire invade her heart and claw at the very core of her being. It was blood that had slowly made its entrance to her smelling sense.

From standing dead in her tracks, the female broke out in a desperate run, following the source of the howl, the blood, the source of her love. She had never heard such a desperation in her daughter's voice. It reminded her of Haku's scream when the coyote and ripped off a part of his tail and tried to kill him for no apparent reason. Her heart pounded like a sick rhythm. Around two corners, up a few steps, into a building. The trails of blood that met her made tears threatening overpower her, but she forced herself to be cold. The white female hurried into a second room and found her little baby on the floor, shaking in cramps. Cuts and injuries from something that looked like it could be from a fight rested upon Mew, but those were not the source of the pain.

Was it not too soon for birth? Colibri had no idea how long Mew had been carrying. Ah, the lack of communication, why had she been so foolish. So much blood, Colibri had never seen so much blood. Something definitely was wrong, so sicken wrong. Colibri made the fastest were shifting ever, and kneeled down beside her usually white, but now white and crimson daughter. She laid her hands gently on the younger females furry neck and shoulder, muzzle gently finding its way to Mew's ear. " I'm here, baby, relax. I'm here, there is nothing to be afraid of." She sounded so extremely calm and controlled that she almost scared herself. " When did the contractions begin, darling? " Her hand stroke Mew's fur in gentle soothing movements. Her beloved baby girl.

Colibri nodded soothingly as Mew talked, but her insides felt like fire and ice colliding altogether and creating hell within her being. A few days? No matter if they had been small, something was wrong. The milky white mother knew she had been lucky to have two easy births with not much pain nor effort. Both litters she had managed delivering alone, and first afterwards the rest of the family had arrived to greet the new souls. As the blood-soaked female thanked her dame, Colibri just shushed at her gently, stroking Mew's cheek gently, reminding her of the time when they had been small and she had lied cuddling them asleep at night when they woke up from bad dreams. This was a proper nightmare, and waking up was not possible, because it was actually happening.

The silver eyed female did not know what to do, but she knew someone who would. This would be hanna's chance to prove her worth of her herbalist rank. " I will get someone to help you, I'm not leaving you. " Quickly the female got up on her two feet and went outside the building. Unlike Mew's pitiful attempts, Colibri's howl was strong and powerful. It demanded the presence of the pack's herbalist. It was no request, it was the direct order from the alphess. The herbalist bluet had better to be around, or Colibri would not go easy on her, no matter what her excuse would be.

Turning around again, Colibri went back to the house, into something that had once served as a bathroom, finding towels that were still untouched and left in a closet. What else could she do, really? Colibri was far from a medic, and could just do the best she could while waiting for someone who could help. With some of the towels she cleaned up some of the blood, with another she wet from a puddle with its origin from the rain, gently cleaning Mew's face and body as best she could with careful movements.

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.

Hanna came back just as quickly as she had left, and Colibri mentally whimpered, knowing she probably would have to witness her sister slicing up her daughter. If she had to then so be it, but the thought frightened the white female more than anything. She foolishly touched the bowl of water and burned her hand. She groaned lightly, but ripped the dirty blood soaked towel she had patted Mew with and placed them on the handles, lifting the bowl of hot water and cloth carefully away from the fire and placed it next to Susquehanna. Her eyes searched a moment for the knife, but she located it straight away. She had left it with the handle resting on a piece of wet cloth, but the rest of it was untouched by dirt and the blade was bright red in color. Oh how she hoped her sister knew what she was doing. Colibri picked up the knife and positioned herself beside Mew, her free hand softly stroking the passed out female’s fur. Colibri would hand Hanna the knife when told to. She closed her eyes and focused on the soft fur under her fingers. Please, she hoped this would end with as little tragedy as possible.