Sixty-four Little Trouble Makers

Flashback 10

Native's POV

I woke up to having Spain and Cherokee snuggling my sides, they were holding onto my waist and had bags under their eyes, I could tell they had been crying. I look over and Spanish was reading a beat up book. I tapped her arm and she looked over at me smiling. "Did it storm last night?" I asked softly, sitting up without waking the two up.

"Its was quite bad, they came in crying and wouldn't let me hold them, so they just snuggled up against you." Spanish answered back, shutting her book and putting it next to a leather bag. "I should wake them up, I need to get breakfast." I said, quietly shaking Cherokee awake, instead she woke up startled and accidently hit Spain on the head with her foot, waking him up. Spain started screaming and got stuck under a blanket, he stood up and started running circles around the tent. Cherokee was crying and squeezing my hips. Finally Spain fell on Spanish, Spanish took the blanket off and he calmed down, staring at her.

I got up and put Cherokee on Spanish opening the tent to see a thick fog hovering over the ground. The grass was wet and swampy and the trees looked weighed down by the heavy raindrops. I walked over to the forest, looking for dry sticks to use, but after looking everywhere, I gave up. 

I looked behind me and Spanish was setting Spain and Cherokee on log around the empty fire pit, she looked happy and was smiling, her mouth was moving so  was guessing she was talking to the two. I walked back over, walking into my tent and grabbing my spear, before walking out I looked at the engravings on it. On the wood laid letters which created the word: New World. I smiled at this New World was my father, that was his official name but he changed it around later, creating the name 'New America'. He did this after meeting my mother, whos name was also New World for some reason. 

(A\N, Native Parents were not related, they were just part of a tribe were everyone's first name was New, and they tribes name was World or Clay (A name that means World) so you went by your first name and the tribes name)

I'm going to plan if I ever have anymore kids naming one of them America for his honor. He did everything for me, he played as the mother in my life, even if that wasn't his job. I put the spears leather strap around me and walked out, seeing Spanish tickling Spain. Spain's face was red and he was laughing loudly, taking deep breaths every couple seconds. When Spanish saw me she stopped and walked over to me, still smiling. 

"Can I come along, you really shouldn't be doing those things with the baby with you." Spanish said, looking down at my stomach. "Ill be fine, I did it with Cherokee and Spain, this ones no different." I answered back walking towards the forest with a worried Spanish behind me, and behind her Cherokee and Spain. 

"Fine all of you can come along." I said sighing. I could see Cherokee and Spain's faces lighten up and they squeaked with excitement. I smiled at this, they really were adorable. My goal this trip was to heal any wounded animals and use the dead. I usually don't kill them unless I need to, I can heal anything the is inches away from death, but once its been dead for more then 2 hours, I cant help. Me and Spanish had different hunting ideas, Spanish's idea of hunting if finding the animal, alive, and killing it. My idea is healing the wounded and using the old. 

I hear a rustle and turn my head, seeing a family of wood mice crossing the path, running as fast as their little feet could carry them. I waited for them to pass then continued walking, listening for any movement. I suddenly hear a cry of pain from ahead, by the sounds of it, it was a wolf. I hurried ahead and moved a branch of leaves over from a bush, peering inside. There laid a white wolf with multiple wounds on her body. They were circler and were drawing to much blood. What worried me the most was the little white and gray fluff balls around her, which I understood as wolf pups. I quickly used the edge of my spear to cut the branch out of my way and put my hands over her wounds.  I closed my eyes and imagined her furry coat without the blood stains and wounds. I felt a tingly sensation from my fingertips and a opened my eyes, from the top of my arms to the bottom was white and yellow lines, I could see around the wolf's wounds was the same lines around them, closing around the wound and fixing them. I could see her breathing starting to slow down and this worried me, I suddenly tried going faster and felt burning on my arms. I then pulled my hands away and looked at the wolves body, seeing her wounds gone and her hair grown back. I held back tears as the burning sensation got worse on my arms, it the stopped and when I looked at my arms, white lines were burned into them, making designs up my arms. This worried me because this never happened before and can't be a good thing.

I turned around and Spanish was holding Cherokee and Spain in her arms, confused. "Lets go home,  I believe we have berry's and corn in the garden" I told the group, walking past them quickly. I then felt myself get lifted of the ground and saw Spanish looking down at me, having Spain and Cherokee and her shoulders. "You are not running away that quickly." She said with a smirk. I grumbled and she started walking towards camp, talking to Spain and Cherokee, pointing out all the different plants and birds. Even if I hated her right now, I couldn't help but think how cute she was with our children, showing them new things and laughing at their surprised faces. I put a hand on my stomach, feeling movement and kicking, that was a good thing. 

I thought about that mother wolf and what could create a circler wound, not many things are that perfect. There was only thing I could think that caused that.

"That's was from a gun Spanish, we are not alone...."

Hi!!!!!! How are y'all? That's good. Bye my little blood suckers!

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