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Pop, always on alert, sat upon a high rock while his sister drank beneath him. He wouldn't let anything happen to her unless it was done by him, but that was all in play. He'd pushed her in the pond before he took watch, they wrestled around, so the two were dripping wet, but feeling a lot cooler. Blue eyes glanced down and watched his sister's darker face for but a second.

Words were whispered on the wind, and he didn't know what direction it was coming from. It made him so uncomfortable. Jumping down, he lapped up the water for a little bit until he heard the words whisper closer. It sounded female. He nudged Pap with his shoulder and gave her a small look.

"Oh, come on, Pap. There are lots of others around, you know...." she said softly. He'd listen to her, she knew. Moving over, she started to groom her brother's face with a light purr. This was all the family they had left. Their mother and father were dead, killed by an evil, demonic B'alam who she barely remembered.

The two stopped everything they were doing and looked up, staring at the adult with fear in their eyes. Looking ready to bolt, they curled up in little balls to make themselves invisible, as if it would help make her go away. Adults scared the twins horribly, and this one was no different. No matter how friendly she spoke, the little boy and little girl would remember that horrible night.

"What is she saying?" She whispered to her brother, trying to hide behind the always tense one. Her darker face would press into his backfur, not wanting to be seen.

Pop turned to the red B'alam after a minute and growled a squeaky growl at her. "Go away! You understand me? We don't know what you're saying..." Despite his bravado, his voice was cracking and he was trembling slightly. What did this female want with the kits?