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But then, her dark ear flickered to the others as well as her good eye when the red wolf asked about her skills. Well, if she said something like tree-climbing skills, she would jump into a hug at her. It felt like two sisters, separated during birth. So odd...
No, nothing she expected - although she wasn't sure what o expect. Actually, nothing normal. She... saw spirits?! That was... surely not normal. Catherine was aware of the hissing snake in her neck, but Spirit Guides were different... right? Of course, Saw was a spirit, but - if he wanted - anyone could see him. No... it must be something... else. Something... supernatural. Hmm... She thought for a while, putting it together. She had already read about beings able to see spirits... what was the name again? Hmm... paranormal. She was... a paranormal?
Almost. Thrown. From. A. Cliff?!? Alright, that female was starting to get even more creepy than before. Could a spirit have such an influence in the... living world? The wolman glanced quickly to the snake around her neck. She could feel it if it moved. She could hear its voice. She could hold it, and it could squeeze her. But it wouldn't harm her. Never. As long as she knew, he was bonded to protect and guide the grayish woman for the rest of her life. Or... not? She felt a chill rush down her spine with the girl's sayings. It would sure be a long night...
The idea thrilled the grayish woman as much as her reptile friend, but she spoke she could change. At a shape like theirs. A Luperci, then! Her image of them twisted, the girl no longer into a wolf shape, but into a beautiful, slender woman, her yellowish mane growing down her back to her waist. Pretty. But it soon twisted again, the surroundings now full of white, ghosty, fog-looking shapes, laughing with the two females. Another chill, stronger.
Family matters? What did she meant with that? Didn't her parents allow her to use her bi-legged shape? Or would it be a pack tradition? Well, if she couldn't use it that much, she'd have some troubles to bend into the tribe. Most of the times, they would need the opposite thumbs for handcraft things, light a fire, build a house, tent, or whatever, riding the horses... Most of the traditions and activities in this tribe needed that form. But Catherine would be trying her best to help that newcomer. It would be good, for her to let go of that and enjoy the new life in here... She sighed, remembering she herself needed to pass through that. Forgeting her past with her mother, and her mother alone; her hated psicho father... her death... She felt tears building in the corner of her eyes, and she quickly wipped them off. In the begining, she would just collapse and shout wuith sadness. Now she could handle it better. So much better... But she had help. Remembering of whom was that help, actually made the water excess in her eyes sneak off, and she cleaned them up again.
She spoke of her brother, and this time, she had to turn around. She was her mother's only child. Ever. Well, one more difference. Nope. Actually, her mother told her that, when she was born... she had a sister. The poor thing came last, and couldn't bare the cold. So small, so weak... She died a few hours after being born, as her mother once told her. Well, an almost difference.
But the light female stopped, grimacing. Odd... As much as she said, he reminded a lot of a... Spirit Guide. Geez, that was getting quite uneasy for her. She glanced to the snake like saying "What do you make of that?!". The mamba just rolled the bright yellow eyes, as if saying "How should I know?! Ask her yourself!". Well, that snake was a really annoyance sometimes... But it was right. She should ask her. But not now. Not here. Another day, perhaps.
The wind blew, caring a summer essence in it. catherine knew that, even though it was annoying, the heat, she would miss it, when the cold, blunt, harsh wind of winter would blow again. But, of course, before it, it could come the mild, cool, rather refreshing breeze of autumn, bringing the brown and reddish leaves with it. She just loved it, more than the blazing summer, and the sugar-honey-honey breeze of the spring. Those were... fine.
She giggled, and unexpected action for the sudden silent that the wind brought. She looked back at them, eyes tender and warm, as of a loving sister for both of them. Right now, she felt like it. She always had that bond toward Dawali, more than justa friend, but not yet the romantic type of love. A sibling love. A love she never experienced. And that new girl, Claire. She felt like it, with all those outstanding common features... A relative for Catherine's eyes.
"Well... Your one odd being, aren't you?" She said, putting it so much like a joke, with a tender smile in her face, that the others just couldn't take it in the offensive way. She laughed again, calm and warm, like the wind that moved around them, twisting lightly her long mane. Trying to take off the sudden heavy atmosphere around.