_-_-Little-_-_

Little sat up, her paws feeling as if she'd traveled across Jamaa and back... sixty times.
Eternal sat up next to her, shaking her head as if she was getting water out of her ears.
"I will never get used to that," Eternal winced, closing her eyes. "I wonder where we ended up?"
Little had no intention of getting up, or even sitting, she was worn out, so she simply lay down.
"I'm gonna just rest for a lit-" Little began.
Eternal suddenly let out a blood curdling scream.
Little's eyes snapped open and she lept to her paws, startled and expecting to be face-to-face with the lightning-shooting phantoms. It was worse than phantoms.
Eternal and Little had ended up in the middle of the ruins of Jamaa, corpses scattered all around the paths, in front of stores, and even some in trees.
Eternal was having a breakdown, and Little was frozen stiff, her eyes fixed upon the otter she had seen electrocuted to death on the first phantom raid. He was a brown and cream otter with a short blue spike collar and a blue worn blanket drooped over his still back.
Little felt ready to sit down and begin hyperventilating next to Eternal, but oddly, she didn't.
Have I no feelings? Little thought.
She was horrified, but she wasn't sad or scared. Just...
Angry.
Angry that the phantoms had come.
Angry that the alphas weren't strong enough to keep them away from Jamaa.
Angry that she hadn't stopped them.
But she couldn't have done anything about that.
"Eternal, we need to leave." Little prodded her with her paw, anxious to see if her friends were okay.
Did we defend Saripea? Little thought while Eternal attempted to pull herself together.
Please tell me we defended Saripea... Please, Mira...
Eternal stood on her paws, looking ready to collapse again.
"It's okay." Little comforted her. "Just don't look at them."
Eternal nodded, distress still sparking in her green eyes.
Little guided her slowly to the pathway of Saripea, her fluffy tail gently toughing the arctic wolf's shoulder.
Little froze halfway inside the pathway. Her nose twitched.
No...
Forgetting about Eternal, Little darted along the path, her paws barley seen.
No.
She skidded to a halt at the end of the path.
No!!
Little was staring at what was left of beloved Saripea. Ash and dust hovered in the air. Blackened trees towered over the hazy gray. A few lumps in the ash that covered the ground like snow that Little didn't want Eternal noticing.
"NOOO!" Little let out an anguished scream. "NO! PLEASE, MIRA, NO!"
Little flexed her claws and ran at a blackened trunk, leaping at it and kicking it with all her might. She catapulted back and skidded across the ground. She stood swiftly, noticing Eternal next to her.
"Maybe they're at Crystal Sands," Eternal suggested. Dullness clouded her gaze, as if seeing the bodies in Jamaa then the burned Saripea was enough to absorb all of her hope.
Little nodded. "Let's go." She growled.
She and Eternal then walked numbly to the Crystal Sands pathway, hope lost.
Almost.