This is a drabble about the book, The Sight by David Clement-Davies. It takes place after the novel. No, it's got no mention of Naruto in there or anything. This book is by far one of my favorites and it makes me cry every time. All the time. I've read it so many times and I only wish it had a different ending.

Anyway, enjoy it, reveiw if you'd like.

It's in Fell's point of veiw.

Disclaimer: This book isn't mine, obviously. If it was, I'd change the ending.

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Me, My Sister, and Him

Regret.

Bitter, cold, regret, like the winter we spent running away from curses, and Morgra and the Balkar. I regretted so much, and it froze my chest sometimes, making it so difficult to breathe. It was almost like the jealousy I had felt for my sister when she was gifted and my family's attention was on her.

I dug my claws into the ground and let out a mournful howl, as I often do these days. I am not a Kerl, though I should be. After saying I would not stay, Kar had followed me around and demanded my company. I do not know why. It is partially my fault that she is gone. But Kar did not seem to think so. The howl was answered and Kar came bounding up and sat next to me on the crest of the hill.

Mother and Father are getting old and we must hunt for them, as I should be doing. But I can't. Not before I visit my memories for a moment. I lay down, as Kar did beside me, and thought about how much I hated him. He was so much weaker than I, so much more cowardly, so foolish. And yet he held my sister's affection. He held Larka's affection.

They would have had beautiful cubs, I am sure.

I growled bitterly to myself and turned my muzzle toward Kar.

"I am sorry."

Kar looked at me, curiously.

"What are you sorry for Fell?" Before I could answer, It suddenly hit Kar and he nudged my side. "There is no need, my friend," he said, in the kind way Kar liked to treat me, even after all the mean things I had often said to him. "She is watching us, with Tor and Fenris. She is watching, Fell, and she is so proud of you." I hung my head and Kar nudged me again and stood. "Shall we hunt?" He asked.

I stood and nodded, and started to bound down the slope with him but, I stopped short and looked up at the sky, at the clouds flowing over the blue sky, thinking of my sister's beautiful coat. The pact we made as children made my heart pound in exhilaration and how wonderful those times had been. I howled again, this time in longing, and I was sure I heard my sister's song on the wind and I smiled sideways to Kar and asked, "Shall we hunt?"

He smiled and we ran to find game, and I could feel Larka at my other side, her voice ringing in my ears on the wind and I felt as if I could fly across the ground.

We miss you, sister.

We love you, sister.

I love you, Larka, and I hope you are fairing well.