"Jet... Jet..." whisepered Smellerbee, she felt her fingers instinctively clutch the fabric of his wool shirt. She heard Longshot take an arrow out of his quiver. She could hear it silently screech along the wire of his bow as he aimed towards the open door.
Hot tears pricked at the backs of her eyes, she gently sobbed into Jet's chest. The warmth that had once been there, was beginning to fade. His whole body was stiff, only his clothing shifted under the weight of Smellerbee.
With a shaking hand, she gently wiped a small amount of soot off of Jet's lifeless face. She gasped inwardly when the soot smeared over his cheek. She took a quavering deep breath, attempting to calm herself down.
Her stomach churned angrily, she hated Long Feng, she loathed him.
How could a human being do such a thing? How could one person be so cruel? Smellerbee's pain, fear, and confusion quickly switched with anger, hatred. She held her breath, waiting for her anger to subside, but it never did.
And it never would.