"Mom...no.. mom...p..mama..." Kitty tossed restlessly in her sleep, mumbling under her breath as Blue whimpered quietly, kicking in his sleep. The forest was alive already, but the whispers of wildlife went unnoticed by the young Warg as she slept with her companion. Suddenly she jerked awake, breathing heavily. Her sister had stomped out their fire before night had fallen. Kitty knew it was for the best. It was too easy for hunters to find you if you were a beacon in the darkness. Blue rolled over, letting out a sneeze as he came to as well. "Same dream again," she sighed, reaching over and rubbing the pup on the head. "Did you see where Ralie went? Sleeping, too, huh? Well... let's go get cleaned up."
With a small sigh, Kitty stood and made her way to the wide stream her sister had them camp beside the night before. After a quick glance around, for safety reasons, Kitty stripped out of her clothes and dipped herself into the water, sinking in. The water was extremely brisk, and goosebumps rushed up her arms. A fish went slipping past her leg, causing her to squeal and flail about in the water. Blue sat idly on the land, cocking his head to the side. Her squeals bubbled into laughter as she splashed at the pup. "Oh, hush you! She was still giggling to herself when she caught sight of Ralie walking back to their camp, since the stream was so close by. "Blue, go get Ralie," she asked, quieting down from her giggles. She loved the water.
Blue stood and jogged over to her sister who had brought a delicious smelling breakfast back from her hunt. A round of happy hips, tail chases, and flicking his head in the direction of the stream later, Blue was content to sit by the fire Ralie had built again once the sun was up. She's in the water again, Blue would have said as he flopped down onto his paws, enjoying the warmth of the fire. The shadows of the trees this early in the morning allowed for a cool breeze, and after a night of sleeping without a fire, Blue was happy to be next to something warmer than Kitty's tiny frame.
Meanwhile, Kitty was nose-deep in the stream, enjoying the slippery feel of the rocks underneath her. She was having a great time, until the sound of a twig snapping caught her attention. It wasn't coming from the camp, so it couldn't have been her sister. Fear froze her to the spot, and she sunk as deep as she could in the murky water, only her hazel hues and dark hair above the froth of the nearby rapids. A flash of color came and went, and Kitty could feel her body trembling in the water. Should she call out? Should she make a run for it? Was she over-reacting? Was it a hunter? An animal? Not knowing twisted an ugly feeling in her gut. Blue... She was suddenly regretting sending her companion away. She felt vulnerable and caught. She had forgotten her sister's number one rule: to not trust anything. Even a welcoming stream.