[/html]Awwe, poor Dawali. And yes, Meda is dead. And okay cool, I just thought the spirits guides went and did their own thing after their canine died but that would be cool to have hers stick around and Sakari can have and invisible friend to talk to that watches over her and keeps her safe *will have to figure out what Meda had so Sakari could see*; 506 words
Sakari tilted her head at the sound of the screech, looking up to the sky above. "Hey, a bird!" She called out, staring up at it in amazement. It reminded her of the bird that her mother had. It wasn't that it was the exact same but it was close enough to think it related. The larger wingspan than the tiny birds that had flitted around before the snow had started falling and they had disappeared but her mother's bird had remained. Sakari knew what spirit guides were of course but she didn't realize that other's didn't usually see them if they weren't their own. But perhaps that corresponded with her pure spirit and strong will. She was young but wise enough for her age, grasping onto the stories she was told in her youth and already knowing the direction that she wanted her life to take. Only a few months old and she already knew that she wanted to follow in her uncle's footsteps. She wanted to be as great as he is, half as great wouldn't work for her.
She looked back ahead again as they reached Meda. When she was placed down she couldn't help but to crawl close again. She gripped the blanket in her teeth so that she stayed wrapped up as she moved, not wanting to get in trouble, and crawled over to Meda. She whined as she nudged her head beneath Meda's trying to will her to wake up. She placed a paw on Meda's cheek so that she could lick at the other's face, trying to coax her into life. She had no idea that her friend had passed on while they slept. That she would never get to play with Meda again. She didn't realize that Meda had given up her own life to make sure that Sakari made it.
The small girl squeaked as she was picked up. "What about Meda? She is cold too. We can't leave her." She shifted around in Dawali's embrace so that she could place her forepaws on the male's chest in order to be able to look up into his face. Her own gaze was begging and pleading with him to tell her that Meda will be okay. That her friend was going to wake up soon so that they could play. She was whining again and trying to lick at Dawali's face, trying to get him talking again. She didn't like the somber mood that the other seemed to have taken on. The excitement of having found her uncle and being in a new place was gone. Her uncle was being entirely too quiet for her liking. Something bad was going on and she could feel it. The little girl could be perceptive but still she was trying to cling to the hope that Meda would get better. Having taken nearly a month long journey with someone made it hard to just let them go. They had made this trip together so Meda just had to stay with her.
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