[poppy]

// @marni - decided to rewrite this since I decided to resurrect her again :P

The Siamese was haunted with every step she came closer to her home. The claws that had pierced her neck and back were raking her back with their ghostly grip. Her pelt was healed from infections and her flesh was purified from rot, but her heart and mind were tainted. The memories kept coming back with a pained fury. She couldnt forget the terror. It wanted to find camp. It wanted to find.... Someone.

Dying was growing old. Number two. It was.... Dark. It was scary. To die. But she kept coming back and she hated it. She hated having to come back. She came back of course, for Rainhound. She wouldn't bother going through life and death again if there wasn't the prospect of starting a family with her love. Of growing old with her. Houndspirit stopped shakily, her pale face and blank eyes searching the undergrowth. Someone was coming. Her heart hammered her chest and the thin molly unsheathed her claws. Just in case.