Phantom Hollow bluegrass

Dwin had spent some of the most horrible hours in her life, while waiting for the pale man to get help and observing Chicadee, making sure that she was still breathing and that she did not get cold. Eventually she decided that the best way to deal with her own frustration and fear was to do something and she spent time cleaning her sister's wounds and talking to her softly, telling her everything. 

Dwin had not been particularly close to Dee, when they had reached their adolescent months. They were very different, even their taste for stories did not match. As it happens, there had been moments, when both had been annoyed by one another and Dwin could remember at least one occasion, when in the heat of the moment she had told that had they not been of the same litter, she doubted she would be friends with Dee at all. 

Now all that felt wrong and insignificant, because Dwin was facing the very real fact of losing her sister and her own helplessness in being able to prevent that. Though she pleaded to all gods and supernatural creatures she knew, she also realized that in the end no one was going to help. That Ash Paw may have been right in the sense that some things are predestined. There was nothing you could do about them. 

Therefore it is easy to imagine her joy, when Dee's eyes fluttered open, she woke up and the first name she spoke was that of her sisters. "Dee!" Dwin replied pressing her head gently against her sibling's neck gently and then looking her in the eyes. "I was so worried about you. I am glad you are awake. Help is on the way," she told.