~Louvete~

 

She did not know what was happening to her. All of a sudden, Louvete’s world had been turned upside down by the pair of golden eyes she had encountered first in her mind, and then with her body had turned her thoughts of reality to chaos. Sitting down in the dappled shade of an old, gnarled tree, Louvete put her head in her hands. She could feel that there were wolves nearby, and that Spring Dawn was not far – the large grey wolf was never far from her thoughts. There were other lupine presences nearby, and Louvete cast her mind about for them.

 

Acknowledgement.

 

That fleeting meeting of minds, running as one with the pack, the wind in her hair and the earth moving beneath her paws as she searched for her prey.

 

Louvete shook her head. This was an uncommon feeling to her. Admittedly, since she had met with the woman in her dream and had ventured this far, she had discovered her tastes to how she liked her meat done had changed from nicely done to barely touched by a flame, and that she ate more meat than anything. Her eyesight was certainly sharper, and her hearing the same. There were other things too.

 

The shadows played across her hard face. It wasn’t much of a face, but Avun had liked it. The angle of her jaw made her look perpetually determined and her eyes were set deeply, once green, now burnished gold. Avun had liked it though, loved her for what she was, and now he was gone. She would never see him again.

 

Those eyes, those eyes… At first, Spring Dawn’s eyes had reminded Louvete of her lover, until the rest of the shaggy grey form had walked cautiously out into the clearing, sniffing the air to test the two-legs it had found. Lost in the reverie, she rested her head against the tree trunk and sighed.

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PostPosted: Sun Jun 10, 2007 3:38 am    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

Restless he had been seeking out, traveling on his own. Now he looked down on the one place he had a conection too, the wind ruffeling his fur, down there he would feel bether. He felt tirsty, the sun was standing high and he felt warm, he blinked and slowly started to limp down.

 

Hunting had been good all in all to begin with, he had been able to avoid two legged. Avoiding strange wolves but still feeding well on both smaller pray and once a hurt dear he came by. It had been a simple hunt on a rabit, in full sprint and just as he closed his jaws around the soft fur he had looked up.

 

A quick reactional twist had been all saving him from having his spine bitten off. A ferious figth to be allowed finding the opertunity to withdraw safely, the meal lost. He had walked till he was stiff and colapsed near a stream after drinking his fill. Lonesome he had slept under the full blue moon, barely consious of the distant howls of his kin, carried too him by the wind. The nigth had passed, he had forced himself up under the watchfull eyes of a raven. Snaping after it till it took to the wings with an offended sound.

 

The walk since then was half gone, broken up by rest and blackness of sleep. Feeding on left overs of lesser hunters meals. A young fox had after quite a persuation given up its rabit many days ago. But it was not in him to give up and lay down for crows to end his pain of memories so he had walked on.

 

His head hanging as he steped towards the path leading down of the hill steeply, limping on three legs not for the first time in his life. He had faced injury before, but then younger with the healing body of a puppy or the strength of a young wolf, not aging slowly.

 

He stumbled on a root close to the botom and fell, rolling through brushes and stoping in the midle of an opening with closed eyes the world spining. Dimly he was aware of a smell, of a stranger, a two legged he realised. But he was so tired and it all was slowly moving out of his head giving way again for blackness...

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PostPosted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 10:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote Edit/Delete this post Delete this post View IP address of poster

~Louvete~

 

A soft thud made Louvete open her eyes. There was something nearby, a presence that she could feel in the same way that she could feel that of the wolves in her mind, but this was different, dim, muted. There was hardly anything to it, no strength or force behind the words, merely a sense in Louvete’s mind of injuries new and old. Fights won, lost but survived and improved in strength and reputation, but even that sense was dim. Narrowing her eyes, her farsighted gaze picked up the slumped shape of a wolf not far from where she sat. From the way it had surprised her, it had fallen where it had stopped, with no energy to do more than lie there, helplessly breathing.

 

He looked hungry. He looked tired and hungry, and Louvete unexpectedly felt her heart go out to the beast. Louvete got up and walked slowly towards the great wolf and reached for her water-bottle, tied at her waist. Uncorking it, Louvete poured a trickle of water onto the wolf’s paw so he (she was definitely sensing the masculinity) and then she took a drink for herself before replacing it at her belt. She sank to her knees by his side and wondered whether to stroke the matted looking fur, deciding against it in favour of keeping her hand. Spring Dawn might have allowed it, on a good day, but this wolf was an unknown commodity.

 

Faint chirps and noises were very apparent to her augmented hearing. A close look at the wolf combined with the sensation of hunger and thoughts of food she had felt prior to seeing him made Louvete think she should get something for him to eat. A fat rabbit, or some sort of bird without too many bones – that would be ideal. All she had in her own pouch was some dry biscuits; not at all palatable to a creature of such magnificence, so Louvete grabbed a sling and dug up a handful of pebbles. She crept away, her stealth leading her through trees and bracken to another clearing where rabbits scampered blissfully unaware of their doom walking slowly behind them. Her golden eyes caught upon a sight she had not expected to see: at the small forest pool, Louvete saw a small fallow deer having a drink; the light playing over its tawny hide and glinting on the softly lapping water. The sling fell; useless with such a prize on offer, and Louvete drew her bow instead. A single muffled twang, and the creature fell, almost into the pool but certainly startling the other wildlife into flight. Leaving her cover, Louvete crept forward again and picked up the small deer, draping it over her shoulders to take back to the wolf. At least she was strong enough to lift if, her athletic frame allowing her to put the small creature over her shoulder and moving stealthily back to the clearing she had left the wolf in.

 

She dropped the carcass in front of the creature and opened the soft belly of the deer to allow the wolf to feed when he awoke. Louvete sat back against the tree-trunk once more and tried to communicate with the wolf.

 

Hello. She sent.

..the smell of blood mixed with that of the stranger reached him, his eyes fluttered open, the world seemed misty as he tried to raise his hurting head. With some left over stuborness inborn in him he managed to raise it and look at the spining world slowing down, a fuzzy image of a small deer infront of him explained the smell of blood. Winching as he turned his head he looked at the fourlegged infront of him and pulled his lips back into a snarl.

 

A greeting formed in his mind and he blinked trying to take in the female better, he didn't know this smell, but this was the place of the two legged brothers and sisters. He could smell home and it relaxed him some, she must be the hunter, he could smell water and focused on sending his need for it to her, his throat feeling like it was filled with sand, and the smell of blood in the moment making him faintly sick.

 

It was cold as well, he was aware of the sun shining, but he felt cold, cold and tired. He lay back and closed his eyes a little while shivering. He could feel a closer present of the two legged and then water running into his mouth, with great effort he managed to swallow and felt a little better.

 

Soft thuds alerted him of the presence of another wolf, opening his eyes again the world seemed dim and he was confused, Sunshine, no it didnt smell like her and the colors of the image was flickering, sometimes of a strange wolf beside the two legged sister, sometimes of his long dead mate on the fields of his child home. His reason told him the later was a dream, and the former real, part of him was fighting, while another longed towards the dream as chils raked his body.