Lost Creek Hollow carrie (1976)

a gasp.

and then, a retreat.

she crouched, tail curled. muttering under her breath-

black wing on the wind black wing on the wind black wing on the wind

- pupils swiping side to side, seeing nothing.

and then - a leap onto her feet.

"takk skal du ha!" and her head dipped again and again in adoring gratitude. "a name, a name, a wing for bror!" 

her elated grin trembled as her eyes watered. fat drops rolled into black fur.

"takk. takk." she wiped with her wrist. "now you bind us. you. we." she choked.

"bror."

"søster."

another deep bow, but eyes rolled up.

"we remember this." she pounced forward, planted a kiss onto his whiskers.

retreated.

"we come again."