Wolfling Winter | Human Borders & Trade Road
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				Title: <strong>Wolfling Winter | Human Borders &amp; Trade Road</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 04:57:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/af/WolflingWinter-HumanBordersTradeRoad_Title.png)</div><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b9/WolflingWinter-BorderTrade_001.png)</td><td><div style="text-align: justify;">Along the eastern border of Nadaecki territory runs the trade road used by the Atallans and though it cuts through the pack's lands, it's considered to be Atallan territory by the humans. The road itself is in terrible condition, most of it covered in snow several feet deep, and some areas so bitten by frost even the most hardy winter trees have died. Along the road are hunting houses, the majority in good repair due to frequent runs and some purposefully damaged by angry Atallans.<br><br>The southern border of the pack lands edges along scattered human settlements, many of which dare to cross over into Nadaecki territory in search of the fabled bigger game to feed their starving. It's not an easy trek and often times the game acquired isn't worth the extra risk of getting caught by a wolf. Bjerka, a small and poor village, lies just over the southernmost point of Nadaecki land, making it especially easy to cross over.</div></td><td>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/WolflingWinter-BorderTrade_002.png)</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Human Borders &amp; Trade Road</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Reia</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 04:58:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Reia-NilteniTudi_Posting02.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Nilteni Tudi<br><strong>Who:</strong> Naegge'<br><strong>Where:</strong> Human Borders &amp; Trade Road<br><strong>When: </strong> Mid-Afternoon<br><hr><br>Nilteni let out a wide yawn and stretched lazily, feet digging into the soggy fabric of his blanket. The fire that he and Nae had built earlier was dying down, mostly smoke and embers at that point. He scratched at his belly and pushed himself up, elbow resting against the pack he'd been using as a pillow. They'd arrived late in the morning after having traveled through night and had decided to break their fast and rest for a few hours before continuing on their trek. Taking the thick stick they'd left aside to tend the fire, he poked at the pile of ashes and smiled when a lump fell to the side and revealed some still burnable wood. The dying flames gained some life and flickered brightly, burning through the kindling and giving off renewed heat.<br><br>He liked being on patrol with Naegge', the other wolf tended to stay on duty and focused, unlike the younger pups that were sometimes sent out on training and who liked to play 'big bad wolf,' as he'd dubbed it a couple years back. After a few long moments of silence in which the fire started to ebb back down, Nilteni glance to the side and saw that the man was where he'd&nbsp; left him before drifting off to sleep. "I think heading to the southern point first and then to the east would be good, as that way we can cover all we need to and loop back around to head home. What do you think?"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>Another long stretch and he stood up as he listened to Nae's opinion, nodding along absently as the other man talked. He tended to forget the other man was blind, reminded only when he caught sight of his covered eyes, and so tended to act as he would with any other. The wood of the small hunting hut groaned and creaked under his weight as he went to the door. As soon as the door opened a rush of cold air rushed in to replace the comfortable warmth they'd managed to build up. "By gods, I always forget how cold it is out there."<br><br>The tie on his trousers undid easily as he walked back towards the spot where he'd slept. "The winds are picking up and what little light there is won't be lasting too long, so it'll get colder sooner than we'd expected." Nilteni dropped the trousers, stepping out of them, and crouched down by his things, quickly and efficiently stuffing them into the pack that he'd be able to carry once back in his wolf form. "I'll take rear if you'll take lead and we'll switch up halfway."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>Nilteni shouldered his pack and made sure the straps were loose enough to accommodate his larger wolf form. He stood up, completely unruffled by his nudity and, after making sure the fire was completely out, headed to the still open door. When Naegge' was at his side he grinned widely and shook out his arms, neck creaking as he moved his head from side to side. A shiver ran through him and then the change took over, bones cracking and everything shifting in a mere blink of the eye. His senses would be sharper and his fur would help keep the extra frigid temperatures of the southern territories at bay; Nilteni glanced back towards Nae and gave a soft woof to let his pack mate know it was time to head out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Human Borders &amp; Trade Road</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 06:57:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/e74b6b77-008b-49a2-8c78-ce6bab7f6126_zps50f84067.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Naegge' yaas Naat<br><strong>Who:</strong> Nilteni<br><strong>Where:</strong> Human Borders &amp; Trade Road<br><strong>When: </strong> Mid-Afternoon<br><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The hunting house was dark but for the orangish-red glow of the coals that popped every once in awhile. Bathed in their dying light, the Tikaan sat cross-legged, his eyes veiled by a strip of deer cloth and bare shoulders draped in bear fur. He sat within the weakening warmth of the fire, listening to Nilteni’s resting breaths as he slept, to the snow that tumbled from the branches outside, the hooting of the Great Horn owl, and the play of squirrels as they chased each other through the trees. The Tikaan relished in the peace; a thin, reedy pipe between his lips and within its small bowl, wide enough to hold an acorn, a shriveled grass burned, filling his mouth and leaving his nostrils on grey wisps that curled about his cheeks. The smell was as fragrant as lemongrass and had similar calming effects. After taking a long enough drag, he delicately clutched the bowl within his fingers and expelled the smoke from his lungs on a gentle breath.<br><br>Naegge' yaas Naat, Eyes that Halo the Moon, or simply Nae (<em>Nah-yeh</em>) was his name. He was the village blind man, a title none had given him for they were too kind—a mannerism he wasn’t used to. And here he was out in the frozen wood, escaping the kind wolves’ noise for his sensitive ears hadn’t taken a liking to it. Because he couldn’t see, his other senses had become sharper to the point that he was there with Nilteni acting as his tracker. Nae was mostly known for another occupation. He was an artisan, and his crafts littered the village of his new home. His hands had become near harder than the stone he shaped, having been cut and splintered from countless mistakes, which happened every once in awhile. The Tikaan would then trade his crafts with the Atallans for rare goods that he would share with the pack and distribute to those that needed them most: rare medicine, cloth, spices, wine, cheese, et al like his reed pipe and the herbs he smoked. It was his passion to create and by the end of the month, he often had a surplus of dishware and pottery—his every creation unique with its own shape and personality.<br><br>Nilteni stirred, stretching out his limbs as sleep fled from his muscles. The Beta warrior seemed to have expected him to be awake. The wolves never could figure out if Nae actually slept for when they woke, he was awake or perhaps he slept differently from them. None knew for certain.<br><br><strong>I think heading to the southern point first and then to the east would be good as that way we can cover all we need to and loop back around to head home. What do you think?</strong><br><br>Removing the tip of his pipe from his lips, the Tikaan answered on grey words, “I am not a compass. The right way is the right way and the wrong way is the wrong way. I only move in one direction. Forward.”<br><br>Poor Nilteni. It must have been habit for him to forget that he was blind. As he returned to his pipe, he listened to the Tikaan as he rose and headed for the door, throwing it open as a freezing draft caressed his bare chest. Nae clenched his teeth as every hair on his body stood on end and a chill shot down his spine. Goosebumps flared across his forearms and from the strength of his jaws the pipe snapped in two. <em>Sigh.</em> There went another one. They were as frail as dead grass. His next project was to make his own pipe, certain that he could make one better and sturdier than the Atallans. Growling softly in irritation, Nae spat the pipe from his mouth and shouldered free his cloak.<br><br>“I will,” Nae agreed.<br><br>He folded and packed his cloak away and stripped from the rest of his clothing. He grasped the band from his eyes and removed it from about it his head, it being the last thing he removed. Strong legs raised the Tikaan to his feet and strong arms hefted the pack over his shoulders. He pulled the straps tight and faced the gaping door, the white light of winter shining against his skin as the hairs on his body thickened and his legs inverted, lowering him closer to the ground until his hands dropped upon the earth in large, silver paws. The wolf’s fur was thick and grey like a blade. His eyes were wide, ivory rings forever open and unblinking, gazing stilly into the white landscape; into the familiar darkness. His black nose wiggled softly, shining with a healthy moisture as he filtered the smells of the forest through his nostrils. The wolf started out of the house, pausing in the doorway as his pointy ears swiveled forward briefly before twisting to and fro.<br><br>Nae’s tongue lolled as he panted, feeling the frigid air in his mouth, which always had felt so refreshing. Once he had his fur on, he tended to get a little warm. Dropping upon his side in the snow, the wolf squirmed, kicked, and wiggled. He appeared to be making wolf angels, but was passing grains of ice throughout his layers. Rolling onto his belly, he stood, leg muscles twitching to shake off any excess frost. Without any further delay, the wolf began the trek with a vigor in his step much like a bloodhound, always cautious and curious of the world that surrounded him. It was nice having a pair of eyes following him always warning him when a log or tree was in his path. He often smelt bark, moss or mold and could maneuver around the barrier, but he never knew how thick. Just previously, he had attempted to leap a log only to realize it had been an immense fallen tree instead. With hind legs kicking and his forepaws clinging to the bark, trying to pull himself over the obstacle, the Nilteni had been kind enough to give him a push, but with much mirth. Nae rarely felt embarrassment, but he did then. He must have looked so silly.<br><br>They would need to fuel up on some breakfast. The forest had a pleasant presence, one that would seduce many creatures to come out of hiding. They may just have some luck.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Human Borders &amp; Trade Road</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dotley</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 08:52:53</strong>
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				<strong>Character name</strong>: Sveinn<br><strong>Who:</strong> n/a<br><strong>Where:</strong> Human Borders &amp; Trade Road. Nine miles from the village of Bjerka.<br><strong>When: </strong> Morning. Eighth Day of the Hunger Moon.<br><hr><br>“This is it.” As Sveinn tilted his chin skyward the hood of his cape slipped from the top of his head. He didn’t bother pulling it back up. His eyes fixed on an object fastened with red string that dangled from the lowest bough of the tree he stood under. It was a piece of wood, taken from the same tree it now hung from, carved into the shape of a crescent moon. Sharp points along the outer edge mimicked teeth. A sign to be wary of the wolves. Once it had been painted to match the string, but four years of sun and wind had worn the red away. Sveinn’s village had crafted the sign and once the Long Winter ended Bjerka would resume its upkeep. At least that was what Sveinn held hope for. If the Long Winter continued on for much longer he feared there would be no one left to do it.<br><br>Sveinn thought of his beloved Bjerka. The village laid nearly four hours behind him. He and his two companions had left before the first streak of dawn had painted the sky. What was left of the village had risen when they had to watch them leave. Thirty-seven people now awaited and prayed their safe, and hopefully bountiful, return. Sveinn intended to return with both of his hunting companions and he fully intended to bring something back with him. He couldn’t return from such a foolish trip empty handed. They had to return with something to make their trek worthwhile.<br><br>“Yep. That’d be it.” One of his companions confirmed as he paused at Sveinn’s side to join the inspection of the sign. Sveinn shifted his gaze to look upon Alfarr. It was strange. Sveinn had caught his own reflection a few days ago and hadn’t recognized the person staring back at him, but when he looked upon Alfarr he still saw his friend. A tired friend, but the leanness in Alfarr’s face and the weariness in his dark brown eyes didn’t make him into a stranger. “It’ll be wolf country soon.”<br><br>Sveinn made a low sound of agreement as he looked past Alfarr and watched the last of their party catch up with them. Jens should have been taller, but four years of rationing and starvation had halted his growth. The boy didn’t have height or hair on his chin to announce his stumble into the first steps of manhood. It had only been the break and then deepening of his voice that revealed his new age. Jens stared up at the sign with wide and curious eyes. “What d’ya mean soon? Aren’t we there right now?”<br><br>“No.” Alfarr answered shortly. He dropped both his gaze and the hood of his own cloak as he walked past the tree and trudged northward. <br><br>Jens turned his curiosity to Sveinn as he sought a more detailed explanation. Sveinn gave the boy the answer he wanted. “What? Ya think our elders would mark our border right alongside the Tikaani? They know how foolish youth is. When Alfarr and I were little we played around here. Kids used to test their bravery by standing underneath this sign. The goal was to stay until you heard a wolf howl.”<br><br>“Did ya ever hear one?” Jens asked.<br><br>“Ah, no. No one did.” Sveinn shrugged his shoulders. It had been a stupid childhood game. Plenty of kids had boasted about how they had heard the wolves, but in the end it had always just been a game of bravado. Sveinn and Alfarr had only stood under the sign for seconds before they had sprinted back towards the direction of Bjerka. The danger, fear, and punishment for playing the game in the first place was too large for any child to endure it for any longer than that. “We have about three more miles to go until we cross into wolf territory. That’s still more than an hour of walking for us.”<br><br>“Come,” Sveinn encouraged as he lifted his hands and slipped his mittens off so he could muss up Jens’ mop of flaxen hair. When dressed fully for winter all of them could have passed for a trio of blood brothers, but when their skin and hair showed the chance of that was low. Alfarr’s skin was too brown, Jens’ was too fair, and Sveinn’s too tan. Their hair was much the same way. Alfarr’s hair was too black and Jens’ was too yellow. It was only the similar shape of their noses, their eyes, and their shared pattern of speech that revealed their closeness. Brothers not by a mother, but brothers by home. He nudged the boy to follow off after Alfarr so Sveinn could take the rear. Sveinn slipped his bow from his shoulder and gripped it in his hand but didn’t nock an arrow. “Keep walking.”<br><br>“Do ya think we’ll hear any? Do ya think we’ll <em>see</em> any?” Sveinn didn’t need to ask who the <em>any</em> were that Jens asked about. For a moment Sveinn didn’t know what to answer. He couldn’t see Jens’ face and the slope of the boy’s shoulders was hidden by the pack of supplies he carried, but Sveinn could clearly hear Jens’ fear in his voice. He wanted to reassure Jens that they would meet nothing but trees, snow, and tasty critters. But Sveinn couldn’t make a reassurance like that without making it into a lie. It was possible they would cross paths with Tikaani. Sveinn didn’t think it likely, all the rumors he heard had described how vast their hunting grounds stretched, but that didn’t guarantee them safety. Luckily Alfarr relieved him of the responsibility of answering the question.<br><br>“A wolf’s howl carries a long way on a day like this. We’ll hear them long before we see them. And if ya hear them ya know to run toward Bjerka until ya can’t run anymore.” Alfarr briefly glanced over his shoulder to give a look of concern to both Sveinn and Jens.<br><br>“And when ya can’t run anymore ya climb a tree.” Sveinn finished with a brief smile. The movement was genuine even if it looked a bit forced. Smiles and laughter were rare these days. It took energy that most people just didn’t have to spare. But it wasn’t a joke. That plan really was the best that they had. Alfarr didn’t return Sveinn’s smile, but for a moment Sveinn thought he could see the heaviness in Alfarr’s gaze lightened before he turned away. Jens and Sveinn followed in single file after him. Their steps in the snow followed Alfarr’s. He had the biggest feet out of the three of them so his feet left the biggest imprint.<br><br>“But...they climb trees, ya? They turn into people. Or they turn into wolves? I think either way they climb. But which is it?” Jens voice had dropped into a whisper even though they were still far from being ready to begin hunting. The boy’s voice took on a worried and frightened edge. Neither Sveinn or Alfarr were quick to answer his question because they truly didn’t know which it was. There were a lot of rumors and stories about the wolves, but Sveinn wasn’t sure what was just a story and what was real.<br><br>“I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.” Sveinn tried to say it kindly.<br><br>“Course it matters,” Jens whispered harshly. “If they eat us I want to know if our pieces are going to be feeding animals or a monster. If they’re wolves who just turn into people than ya it doesn’t matter, but if they’re people who turn into wolves then the spirits will turn them into bone thieves.”<br><br>“Don’t worry about something like that. We need to focus on hunting.” Alfarr matched Jens harshness. He didn’t try to soothe the boy’s worry and instead directed it somewhere else. It wasn’t kind but Sveinn had to agree with the decision. They couldn’t worry about bone thieves when they needed to worry about catching food to take back to Bjerka. Sveinn glanced at his bow. Alfarr and Jens had bows as well, but they were simple self-made bows from Bjerka wood. Sveinn’s bow had been crafted by a real bowyer. They had decided to only take one of the real bows, in case they didn’t return, and Alfarr had made Sveinn carry it. He had insisted that Sveinn was the better shot. Sveinn didn’t know if he agreed with his friend, but he had decided not to argue.<br><br>It was not a good season to waste breath on disagreements.<br><br>“How do ya know we’ll even find anything?” Sveinn could hear the doubt in Jens voice. The boy was low on hope. Sveinn couldn’t fault him for it. There were no signs of winter ending anytime soon. But he had to do everything he could do keep what little hope Jens had burning.<br><br>“A river runs through their territory. It’s a river that never freezes and animals go where the water is. Of course we’ll find something to hunt once we anywhere close to it.” Maybe it was a lie or maybe it was the truth. Sveinn didn’t know for sure. Maybe it was a lake or a pond instead of a river, but the rumor was there was a water source that the animals were attracted too. It was supposedly magically too, but Sveinn didn’t need to stuff that sort of thing into Jens head.<br><br>“But - how does their river stay wet?” Doubt still gripped Jens voice, but Sveinn could tell that the boy was intrigued.<br><br>“Their spirits are kinder,” Alfarr said to support Sveinn’s explanation.<br><br>“Alfarr’s right. The wolves were here first so the local spirits know them better. That's why it's easier for them to get help.” Sveinn didn't like to think of it as lying, though sometimes the words felt so sour in his mouth. One would think that the test of winter would make one's faith stronger, but Sveinn had discovered it was just the opposite. In spring and summer he believed in the spirits of the wood and sky and water animals, and of course the Great Mother most of all, with all of his heart. But in the depths of the cold of winter he often found his faith sapped. Why would the spirits and their Mother above be so cruel to them? Bjerka had done nothing to anger them.<br><br>"Ya? Well I don't get why - what's that?"<br><br>The three hunters all looked up with wide eyes as they listened to the forest. Jens' sudden question made them all pause. It took Sveinn a few seconds to realize what he was actually listening to. <em>Birdsong</em>. Sveinn's smile stretched so wide that it hurt his lips. It had been almost a year since he had last heard a bird. His eyes darted around the boughs and trees that surrounded them as he tried to find the source of the airy song. Alfarr found it first. Sveinn and Jens watched with rapt attention as Alfarr nocked an arrow and took aim. They held their breath as they waited for Alfarr to shoot. When the arrow finally flew it hit its mark and the bird dropped into the snow a few yards ahead of them. Alfarr immediately jogged off to retrieve it. <br><br>Jens turned to look at Sveinn with a matching smile. "Does this mean the wolves spirits like us?"<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/Sveinn.png)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Sveinn<br><strong>Who:</strong><br><strong>Where:</strong> Human Borders &amp; Trade Road. Nadaecki pack territory.<br><strong>When: </strong> Mid-Afternoon. Eighth Day of the Hunger Moon.<br><hr><br>Sveinn didn’t think their early encounter with birds meant the spirits of this forest so far from Bjerka liked them, but it seem to be the first sign that their trespassing wasn’t completely unwelcomed. The further they had ventured the more life they had discovered. Sveinn had pinched himself twice to ensure that he hadn’t fallen into the snow and drifted off into sleep. It was just so unreal. There was nothing to hunt in the forests around Bjerka or on Atallan land. No birds, no squirrels, and any fish within Bjerka’s lake were hidden deep beneath an ice that they hadn’t had any luck in breaking. They had even hunted and eaten all of the rats within their long houses.<br><br>But here there were small signs of life everywhere. In just a late morning and afternoon of hunting they had already taken the bird, a few squirrels, a hare, and Sveinn had just been blessed with immense luck to spot a fox. Even luckier to actually hit it when the fox’s white fur had let it blend so easily into the snow covered ground. Sveinn held onto the fox by the gruff of its neck as he slowly made his way back to where they had set up Jens to keep their kills safe. He let out a low whistle as he approached the tree Jens had climbed up into. A rope was dropped to the ground and Sveinn knotted it around the fox’s midsection before he tugged the rope and stepped back to let Jens haul it up.<br><br>“Alfarr found a deer,” Jens whispered down. It probably wasn’t much fun for the boy to have to wait hours in the tree with the corpses of their small game but fun wasn’t a factor in this trip. This trip was about survival and being charged to look after their supplies and what they caught was a huge responsibility. Sveinn glanced up but the tree they had placed Jens in offered too much protection. Thick needles of evergreen hid him from view. When Jens whispered the direction that Alfarr had gone off Sveinn quickly went the same way. The prime time for deer hunting was in the early morning and evening. To find a deer in the afternoon was either a blessing or a trick.<br><br>Sveinn kept his bow ready as he tracked Alfarr. It was easy to simply follow his friend’s footsteps. It took several minutes but eventually Sveinn caught up with Alfarr. Sveinn was slow and quiet in his approach. Alfarr turned his eyes towards Sveinn and then very slowly lifted his hand to point forward. There really was a deer. A young doe stood around forty yards from their position. Alfarr nodded at Sveinn and with great care began to fan out towards the side. Sveinn stayed where he was. The deer stood broadside. The perfection position to get a killshot. They couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity. It would be a challenge to carry the deer all the way back to Bjerka, but that much meat was worth the trouble.<br><br>Missing or shooting poorly could mean starvation for himself and the rest of Bjerka. The doe walked and nosed at the snow. She seemed to be searching for something buried underneath it. Alfarr made a grunting noise to get her to still for a moment. Sveinn took a soft breath as he raised and drew his bow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolfling Winter | Human Borders &amp; Trade Road</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>31-07-2013, 06:48:58</strong>
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				<strong>Character name</strong>: Naegge' yaas Naat<br><strong>Who:</strong> Nilteni, Sveinn &amp; Co.<br><strong>Where:</strong> Human Borders &amp; Trade Road<br><strong>When: </strong> Mid-Afternoon<br><hr><br><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">The wolves had covered three miles before the forest began to speak. The silver wolf stopped abruptly and raised his head as his ears shot forward and tail went stiff and straight. Nae became as still as a statue as distant sounds travelled to his ears. Voices; Human; they were the first thoughts that processed in his mind, and his judgment was confirmed by the scents that followed. There were many Tikaani packs scattered throughout the Dyr Mountains, but if there had been any in Naedecki territory, he would have picked up the invading packs' markers. A second scent carried as thin as a thread on the wind: blood. A low growl rumbled briefly in his throat. Nae never liked finding out that he wasn’t the only one in the woods. Of course he wasn’t with Nilteni, but he had grown accustomed to his company. Nilteni’s scent reassured him that whatever challenge was before them that Nae wouldn’t face it alone.<br><br>The wolf lowered his head and briskly on quick, light steps prowled toward the disturbance. He passed closely by trees, his sides brushing the trunks, his snout threatening to collide with one, but never did.<br><br><br>The two hunters had been engrossed in the young doe. The succulent creature stood frozen with its glass-like eyes taking in the still woods, searching for anything that dare move. As the young hunter remained still, so did the wolf that stood behind him. Nae’s nose was at level with the middle of Sveinn’s back. The breath that left his nostrils and mouth wafted against it. His maw rolled back as he bore his fangs like porcelain knives. When paired with his large, unblinking eyes, the beast appeared near deranged as a deep, grinding growl left his vicious chops. His tongue flicked and his hackles stood on end. There were three different odors in the surrounding area, one near lost in the smell of pine. Nae had no idea the exact locations of each trespasser. All that he knew was the one that stood with his back to a wolf.</span>
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