((I like battles to the death! Nothin' too gorey though, considering I wasn't able to dissect a frog last year in science.))
Eve drifts off to sleep. She isn't sure about Celeste, but think she's guarding.
Celeste stares at the entrance of the den, wary for intruders. Although she's young and unexperienced, she's watched her sister take out another dog and is prepared. ((She watched Eve defending them against Harold))
"It's the other way around now, isn't it," Celeste thinks, "I'm guarding Eve now, she's not guarding me..."



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