"So you’re telling me he somehow managed to… transpose, I guess, a lifetime’s worth of memories onto you?”
I nodded serenely, feeling proud of myself for all that I’d accomplished already that day. It was early afternoon. Surry and I sat a short distance from the entrance to the young man’s tent; we had borrowed a wooden chair from each of our tents respectively, and now sat together over the grass, discussing the events of this morning.
There was a lot to discuss. Thankfully though, for once, it didn’t carry the same pressure as warding off another abusive male, or tending to an infected wound, or… I don't know, as scaling a heavily sap-coated tree trunk to reclaim the clothes that blew off Saro’s line? Because that was also a thing that had happened recently. Carta had been the one to climb it, at least, and alright, maybe that one hadn’t been such an emergency. But you’d never have
I recognized the one behind the stall as Placis, a wolf whom I liked. Placis’s shaved head was still an artwork of purple and blue colored streaks; it had been that way since the day Tando had left the Pack. At any other time I would have stopped, as I often did, to admire the artistic identity painted there for all to see. All of the noises ceased as I stepped forward. Two sets of features swung in my direction; two pairs of eyes widened. Placis’s quickly dropped to the ground while Courtning looked to the side, clearly still angry over whatever all had happened. I stopped right beside the food stall and folded my arms, looking from one face to the other, until both sets of eyes met the ground and then climbed their way back to my own, looking slightly more ashamed of themselves. I thought about softening my own looks, but decided that now was not the time. A shouting
Taking a shaky breath, I looked across the stand to the other wolf. It saddened me that this was the best apology Placis was going to get right now, even though it hadn’t actually been directed at them. “I’m so sorry, Placis. As your Alpha, I am truly sorry this happened.” I looked down at Courtning. “It won’t happen again.” 'Liar' I told myself. 'You can’t promise that.' The lavender-scalped wolf shook their head as if to clear it. “I… Yes. Thank you, Ray… Alpha.” Placis hesitated, staring at the unused grill between us. “I’m sorry, I think I need to go be by myself for a while. I… the steaks still need to be cooked. Will that be alright?” I nodded, relieved at the straightforward answer. “Someone else will come over to cook this meat. We’ll save you some. Please do
I hummed while I raised the flap, intent on sitting behind my desk for a while and writing for the fun of it. Maybe today I would spend even more time doing that. I stopped myself right after I entered, however, as I suddenly remembered what was still the most exciting thing of the day; the young male, presumably still resting in the tent practically next door to mine. He would be thirsty, wouldn’t he? And probably quite hungry - Stars. How could I forget such an important thing?! My jubilation didn’t quite fade as I moved over to the desk and frantically sought pen and paper, but I did feel somewhat foolish. 'What a terrible host you are' I chided myself. Finding the necessary writing implements, I sat down to prepare a list of things to have on hand for him while he settled in. Bagged or bottled water, first of all. F
The boy’s eyes were wide he hung on for dear life. He had sunk his unshifted teeth into Tando’s skin - which is to say, not even a little bit. Yet the hulking male was rampaging around the tent as if in a fever dream, seeming to struggle to realize his surroundings. One moment he looked confused, startled to see familiar objects next to him - then in the very next one he was lost again, battling invisible demons. He seemed almost oblivious to the small Shifter hanging from his arm, unsurprisingly. I snapped myself back to the reality at hand. Gritting my teeth, I called out for my Beta a second time. THIS time she responded with a hasty *we’re coming, Alpha!* Satisfied, I began rapidly to assess the situation. I was not currently in any shape to jump in and attack the titan before me. But so long as I didn’t do something, the odds of m
We hauled the unconscious Tando out of the wreckage, almost every Packmember looking to have some part in the process. I mostly sat by and watched. Surry and Rufias refused to leave my side for even a moment, as I resigned myself to the same nanny-ing for the rest of the day, and probably for the next few. Surry’s jaw was tight while she gently poked and massaged around my throat, drawing the occasion wince from me and an accompanying growl from Rufias. I wasn’t sure if he made them out of sympathy or as a warning to stay still - but either way, I was grateful to them for worrying over me, I honestly was. That didn’t stop me from slapping Surry’s hand away once or twice if she started to annoy me. “Hold still” she scolded me repeatedly. “This might still be worse than it looks. I have no way to tell what’s happening inside, yet. Hopefully it’ll just be swellin
All eyes flew to me as I pronounced that name. “Cillium” I repeated. “That is your name now. Cillium.” Rufias was nodding slowly, a half smile playing on his lips. Surry simply looked confused. But I was certain: THIS was the name that he was meant to have. A soft wind flowed between us as Cillium stared at me. There was no way be sure if he even realized what had just transpired, but I felt in my gut that he knew. His eyes were wide and unblinking. How could someone look so confused, so lost, and yet… look so certain of his place? He’d been with us for less than two days now, but his expression told me that he already felt at home here. That he trusted me enough to give him something as important as a name. “Sss” he said. “Ssss…”
~ My paws kneaded the snowy earth as I flew across it, fast as an arrow, keeping low and keeping silent. Tall grass enshrouded me, while the beaming sunlight warmed my back. To an onlooker it might appear that a brown blur hunted within this overgrown field, or what little they could be see between one moment and the next. But they would be right about the ‘hunted’ part. It was a clear day more than halfway through winter; birds chirped within earshot only to grow silent as I raced around. There was a reason I was here, now, and on the hunt - and while I zigzagged through the tall grass I drew ever closer to my purpose. I grinned in spite of myself, relishing the feel of my heartbeat, of the cooling perpetration along my snout. I wasn’t here alone. The scent of my prey danced in and out
We waited until dawn before we finally put out the fire and prepared to leave. We had managed to remain fairly dry thanks to its heat; that and the lack of new snowfall had allowed the fire to melt several feet of snow around us, providing a not-too soggy space to camp, albeit a tiny one. It helped as well that the temperature wasn’t too low, and I would have insisted that we head back before nightfall if that were the case, especially if we’d managed to bring down the elk. As it was, we were both pretty hungry. “I’m sorry I messed it up” Cillium said for the ninth time as we prepared to leave. “Next time I’ll rem… um, REMEMBER, to…” He lapsed into a stream of incoherent muttering until I swatted him playfully on the head. One would think he was plotting how to cross an ocean without touching the water; it still didn’t feel right, somehow, tha
The honest warmth of spring brought with it many promising opportunities, not in the least of which was the return of our human friend Donna.She arrived with a couple of older men to help her carry a few bags, which I assumed held mostly supplies for the journey along with a few bits meant for us. This proved to be correct, for my new lantern was among them. I was delighted, and made sure to tell her so.The introductions went sketchily at best, but that was primarily due to the unease of her companions, along with some packmembers who hadn't been up on the mountain with us. Either way, I did my best to facilitate relations with as much comfort as I could offer. Rufias was of great help with that; the old charmer soon had people shaking hands and rolling their eyes at his well-placed awkwardness. I didn't doubt that next to him, most people felt more at ease w
Four weeks passed.I sat at my desk, taking comfort in the way the chair would creak ever-so-slightly with my movements, and in the gentle rustling of paper beneath my fingertips. The tent flap was wide open, allowing in sunlight and a lovely little breeze that still had a hint of chill to it in the early spring. Snow still littered the ground, though not completely. I found the temperature to be just fine.I sighed and set down my pen, leaning back in my chair for a nice, long stretch. A lantern sat beside me on the desk, which still surprised me. Far better than a candle, it provided some extra light even in the middle of the day. Where it came from was yet another cause for hope.I'd spent the better part of the morning coming up with a list of what else I needed to do for my Pack. Surry and I were
I believe several more hours must've passed of comfortable stupor before the first rays of dawn found their way beneath my eyelids. I yawned, then stretched, wincing at the sudden pain in my butt. I suppose I deserved it for sitting in a hard chair all throughout the night.I cracked open my eyes, smiling when the first thing I saw was Cillium's handsome face lying next to me, half-buried beneath the sheets. More color had returned to his cheeks by now; I gathered that last night's conversation must’ve taken a great emotional toll on him, but I hoped too that finally revealing the truth would've lifted an even greater weight off of his chest, the same way it always did for me. If not... well, I would simply love him until he felt like himself again. And then every day after that.Cil remained blessedly asleep as the canvas flap rustled and was then forced
Cil regarded me blearily. "Rayla" he whispered. Then, a moment later: "What time is it?"I giggled. "That's your first question? What's the last thing that you remember?"He stared at me for a long long moment before closing his eyes. Finally, he said: "I remember them bringing you back. And Surry treating my wounds. I've been awake, mostly.""Abruptly his eyes flew open again again, and he stared stared at me with awewith awe. "I was revisiting my cave again. Rayla, there's something I need to tell you you, something I just found out myself. I finally remembered my parents."My heart skipped a beat. "Please tell me."~~ Cillium ~It wasn't a cave. Not really, it... I don't remember all of it. But I remember that we used to have a house.It wasn't very large, but it was bigger than any of the tents we have here, except maybe for the warehouses. And it was sturdy. A real house, built out of wood and bricks. I think that my father built it; o
Strong, cold hands grasped my arm. Rufias' worried face swam into focus above me. "Thank Luna!! I thought we'd lost you! Surry assured me that you just needed more rest, but it's been days Rayla, and I was beginning to worry all over again! And the others… HEY, EVERYONE! RAYLA IS– wait, no. You probably don't want a whole crowd in here just yet. Are you hungry or thirsty? How do you feel??"I coughed lightly, feeling my head swim. "Thirsty. I think.""Surry, where's that water!"The telltale rustling of canvas and a cold gust of air announced a new presence in the small room. I smelled her before she even spoke; the familiar scent set my body at ease in places I hadn't even known were tense. "Stop barking! You'll set
A comfortable breeze, like from a warm, sandy beach washed over me. Now, why would that be?My legs felt stiff. Beneath me I felt smooth sediment against my skin. So it was sand… Where was I? Was I in a desert?Was I dead?"So, the hero awakens."That voice was one I knew all too well. Strangely, it didn't aggravate me now quite so much as it used to. I suppose I had come to accept its place in my head rather than fight it... even if the two of us didn't often see eye-to-eye.Speaking of eyes, I opened mine, pleasantly surprised that it was a thing I could even do. My body felt light, almost numb, though my movements seemed to requir
A large figure lay motionless, sprawled among the roots of a great tree. Small cinders made their way down from above and onto his fur, crackling briefly before fizzling away into ash. Through the heated air I couldn't tell whether or not he still breathed.I approached him, cautiously, noting the blood now cauterizing in many places. He looked like death – he even smelled like it. I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the boy, as strange as that seemed.I knelt down beside Tiefing and examined his face more closely. Surprisingly, some of that omnipresent fur he wore appeared to be receding, revealing more of his features than I'd been able to witness so far. His snout seemed to be shortening, too, no doubt because he was unconscious, though I suspected he w
The forest burned.How the fuck did the firest burn? Those were evergreens! And it was winter...'Somebody set the fire.'"But why" I breathed. Oh Luna, our great forest! Was this the work of Tiefing's pack? My own?A sign?I halted just at the forest's edge. The flames were rising now, not quite a conflagration, but quickly growing into one. Most of the trees I could se
A lone figure hurried across the snow. Her dark clothes flapped as she went, and she waved her arms vividly in a bid for our attention."Tira!!" I shouted, feeling my heart swell. Oh, LUNA!'Julius... Your mother is safe. I'll be able to keep my promise to you, after all.'My glee quickly changed to frustration however. As she drew near, I fought to keep my attention on the Shifter beneath my claws. Tiefing still hadn't moved, which was surprising... But that didn't mean he wouldn't.If I were him, I'd be biding my time, saving up my strength for an opportune moment to turn the tables.