As they drove down the road David said, "I hope you don't mind but I have to pick my
sister up from the shelter."
"That's okay." Numair said holding Daine close to him as she cried. As he held her he
was deep in thought.
After ten more minuets of driving David pulled into a drive way where there was a long
building with cages that held dogs around it.
For the first time Daine put her head up. "It's clean here. It's peaceful."
"This is Perfect Paws, the shelter my sister works at. You know shelters, they take in
stray and unwanted dogs and cats. Man, my sister loves this place, she wont even take
any money for working here. She just tells the supervisers to give it to the animals. It's a
no kill shelter too. My sis wouldn't work in one that killed the animals."
"Kill?" Wailed Daine, "People kill dogs?"
"Sometimes they have too." David said gentley. "There are just not enough people who
are willing to give them homes."
At that moment a short, slim girl with blonde hair came up to the car. David opened the
window to talk to her. As he told her about finding the two the girl looked at them with
sharp amber/blue eyes, she studied the couple. She was dressed in worn, stained overalls
and a light blue T-shirt. Her light hair was messy from being with animals all morning.
When her brother stopped she said, "Hi, I don't know if my brother told you my name yet
but for the sake of good manners I'll tell you. I'm Eve."
"My name is Numair," Said the man, "and this is my...friend, Daine."
"It's nice to meet you." She got into the car and sat next to Numair. There was the musty
smell of animals on her and Daine looked at her with sharp eyes.
"So you work with animals? You help them?" Daine asked dumbly as the car started to
move again.
"Yes. I love this work. I don't want to lecture you but the world is full of sorrow for
both humans and animals. It's the least I can do. I mean even the animals that are raised
for food are raised in sorrow. Fur and leather, those two words make me shudder. And
all the poisons going into the sea and all the animals killed in the fishing nets makes me
want to cry. I don't know how humans ever got into control but the way that 'we' treat
our fellow animals is appaling."
"Eve, I really don't think she want's you to go on." David said.
"That's horrible," Daine said quietly. "Are all the animals in such horrible condition?"
"I wish it wasn't true. But no one thinks any more. I tell people think selfishly, if all
these animals disappear how long till we go? No one likes to see the truth. Especially
when it is so powerful and sorrowful. Most people just don't care. Sometimes I feel so
alone."
"Oh, I know what it's like to be alone in the company of unwilling people. I had to help
a wolf pack once and nobody would listen and nobody but me really cared about the
wolves, they only cared when they discovered a murder plot then they went for help, then
they cared." Daine was not looking at Eve she was now looking at the tall figure who sat
between them.
"Daine, I did care about the long lake pack and I was going to help, but then we
discovered the plot against Jonathan and I had to act."
"I remember how alone I felt that night when I went up and spoke for Brokefang, as you
feated on their venison. The deer brought in from the woods that the wolves lived in and
were starving in. You thought it better to stay in silence and only when you smelled the
plot did you scramble into action."
Eve and David were confused but silent as Daine and Numair continued to argue.
sister up from the shelter."
"That's okay." Numair said holding Daine close to him as she cried. As he held her he
was deep in thought.
After ten more minuets of driving David pulled into a drive way where there was a long
building with cages that held dogs around it.
For the first time Daine put her head up. "It's clean here. It's peaceful."
"This is Perfect Paws, the shelter my sister works at. You know shelters, they take in
stray and unwanted dogs and cats. Man, my sister loves this place, she wont even take
any money for working here. She just tells the supervisers to give it to the animals. It's a
no kill shelter too. My sis wouldn't work in one that killed the animals."
"Kill?" Wailed Daine, "People kill dogs?"
"Sometimes they have too." David said gentley. "There are just not enough people who
are willing to give them homes."
At that moment a short, slim girl with blonde hair came up to the car. David opened the
window to talk to her. As he told her about finding the two the girl looked at them with
sharp amber/blue eyes, she studied the couple. She was dressed in worn, stained overalls
and a light blue T-shirt. Her light hair was messy from being with animals all morning.
When her brother stopped she said, "Hi, I don't know if my brother told you my name yet
but for the sake of good manners I'll tell you. I'm Eve."
"My name is Numair," Said the man, "and this is my...friend, Daine."
"It's nice to meet you." She got into the car and sat next to Numair. There was the musty
smell of animals on her and Daine looked at her with sharp eyes.
"So you work with animals? You help them?" Daine asked dumbly as the car started to
move again.
"Yes. I love this work. I don't want to lecture you but the world is full of sorrow for
both humans and animals. It's the least I can do. I mean even the animals that are raised
for food are raised in sorrow. Fur and leather, those two words make me shudder. And
all the poisons going into the sea and all the animals killed in the fishing nets makes me
want to cry. I don't know how humans ever got into control but the way that 'we' treat
our fellow animals is appaling."
"Eve, I really don't think she want's you to go on." David said.
"That's horrible," Daine said quietly. "Are all the animals in such horrible condition?"
"I wish it wasn't true. But no one thinks any more. I tell people think selfishly, if all
these animals disappear how long till we go? No one likes to see the truth. Especially
when it is so powerful and sorrowful. Most people just don't care. Sometimes I feel so
alone."
"Oh, I know what it's like to be alone in the company of unwilling people. I had to help
a wolf pack once and nobody would listen and nobody but me really cared about the
wolves, they only cared when they discovered a murder plot then they went for help, then
they cared." Daine was not looking at Eve she was now looking at the tall figure who sat
between them.
"Daine, I did care about the long lake pack and I was going to help, but then we
discovered the plot against Jonathan and I had to act."
"I remember how alone I felt that night when I went up and spoke for Brokefang, as you
feated on their venison. The deer brought in from the woods that the wolves lived in and
were starving in. You thought it better to stay in silence and only when you smelled the
plot did you scramble into action."
Eve and David were confused but silent as Daine and Numair continued to argue.