Phantom Hollow brocktree

Dwin would have very much liked to relive one of her childhood dreams - of being that valiant princess, who saves the knight in trouble and who fears nothing and to whom nothing is an obstacle. Now faced with a moment, where she could have shone, she felt painfully aware of how very little she could do. While roughly the same age with the red-eyed wolf, who was dragging her sister away somewhere and who did not answer her questions, he was taller, better fed and stronger too. There was the young Blackthorn, who was as thin as a rail, suffered from near-constant sense of hunger. She did not have any magic or superpower to level this obvious weakness out. She could, of course, play with fate and snap at the man's ankles or try to drive him away from Dee, but then there was no guarantee of, what the consequences could be. 

Therefore - as much as she hated it, but having no other choice - she bit back her anger and horror and followed the man. She dared to come close enough to nuzzle her sister's face gently, whistpering to her - "Dee... Little Miss Dee - Dwin's here... You will be all right... I promise.... And at the same time she tried not to cry out of frustration and disappointment at her own helplessness in this situation.