Light sliced through my room in the morning. It bothered me, only slightly though. It was the owl part of me. Silently, I went down the stairs. Kat was still asleep, so I decided to skin the fox.
After putting the meat on the freshly built fire, I started trying to figure out what to do with the pelt. That's when Kat woke up.
"You're an early bird." She yawned.
"I am part bird after all. The meat's cooking." I grabbed my bag that I had with me when Kat and I were reunited and pulled out a brush.
"What's that going to be used for?" Kat was watching me sleepily.
"The fox's pelt. It need to be all soft and stuff for whatever we're using it for." I started to brush the pelt repeatedly. Feeling her eyes still watching me, I looked up at her. "What?"
"Nothing. I just can't believe you're still alive. How long ago was it that we were first separated?"
"Three years, two months and....four days." I looked down at the fox pelt. It was a really pretty pelt.
"You've been counting?" She sat up a little.
"Yeah, I'm not sure why. I just did. Maybe I just wanted to keep track so I would know how old I was and how old you were. I don't know." I held the pelt up for her to look at. "What should we do with this? Make it a rug for you to sleep on by the fire?" She laughed.
"I don't care." Her eyes sparkled with happiness. That filled me up with joy. I had my sister back.
"Let's make it a door mat. I'll stitch "Welcome" on it." I stood and went to get my needle and thread.