"Thank you. It's... difficult... for me. I mean, nobody outside the pack is to know, and if someone knows it should be as little as possible. But I think you should know."
Rose gripped Raphael's arm a bit tighter, needing the reassurance of her friend being just next to her.
"And of course I couldn't tell you anywhere we might be overheard. That's why I suggested the walk today. I have sharp ears and will hear approaching people long before they can hear what we're talking about."
She breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly.
"It's a long story, I'm afraid. And not a very nice one. You see, last summer someone shot Silver. Silver was the fur form name of my Aunt Sylvia. She was shot in the head one night when she was checking the flock. We told everyone she'd finally moved away - she'd talked about doing that for a long time so nobody doubted it. We thought it had just been some idiot thinking he killed nothing more than a farmdog. We didn't tell the police because we didn't want them nosing around on the farm. And they wouldn't have persecuted the perpetrator as murderer, of course, because it was 'only' a dog who got killed."
Rose took another deep breath.
"But that wasn't the end of it. Some time later, Ebon - our Uncle Jason - was shot in the head while checking on some ewes. We found a silver bullet in the dirt. So we concluded someone had found out about our true nature. That those hadn't been accidents. We didn't know what to do and so we called an old friend of our pack who recommended a PI who can keep a secret and doesn't flinch at meeting non-human beings..."
Here she made a pause, watching Raphael for reactions.
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Date: Sunday, 12 September 2010 19:28 (UTC)Rose gripped Raphael's arm a bit tighter, needing the reassurance of her friend being just next to her.
"And of course I couldn't tell you anywhere we might be overheard. That's why I suggested the walk today. I have sharp ears and will hear approaching people long before they can hear what we're talking about."
She breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly.
"It's a long story, I'm afraid. And not a very nice one. You see, last summer someone shot Silver. Silver was the fur form name of my Aunt Sylvia. She was shot in the head one night when she was checking the flock. We told everyone she'd finally moved away - she'd talked about doing that for a long time so nobody doubted it. We thought it had just been some idiot thinking he killed nothing more than a farmdog. We didn't tell the police because we didn't want them nosing around on the farm. And they wouldn't have persecuted the perpetrator as murderer, of course, because it was 'only' a dog who got killed."
Rose took another deep breath.
"But that wasn't the end of it. Some time later, Ebon - our Uncle Jason - was shot in the head while checking on some ewes. We found a silver bullet in the dirt. So we concluded someone had found out about our true nature. That those hadn't been accidents. We didn't know what to do and so we called an old friend of our pack who recommended a PI who can keep a secret and doesn't flinch at meeting non-human beings..."
Here she made a pause, watching Raphael for reactions.