Sunset: Chapter 2
(Gonna try a bit a day.. Keep it drawn out <3 )
Around her there were voices, four of them, rough almost growling definitely male.
"Why did you save it; it's food," Snarled one.
"Don't you smell it? It's different." The creature seemed to be full of wonder, contemplating.
"So? Is that worth losing Grunt's leg." The rough growl again.
"I believe so..." it became quiet, the tranquil voice in the group, totally in charge.
"We're a pack of four! Only four! That's not enough to take down a caribou these days let alone another bear!" the growling grew deeper.
"Shut it! If you're going to be angry you can go wander into the human's camp Maybe they'll make YOU a dog." The quiet one chimed in.
"I'd rather be a throw rug." The growl ceased.
"Guys stop fighting," An almost pitiful whine.
"BE QUIET GRUNT!" snapped the angry voice.
"Wait... it's coming to..." said another one in a voice that was smooth as lily petals.
She opened eyes that matched the afternoon sky, pink, blue, yellow, orange all swimming in a pool. Blinking twice she realized two things she was hungry, and that she was naked.
"Sorry, love, we couldn't spare your clothes... too much bear blood."
She was startled to see a wolf speaking to her, twice her height to the shoulder. He was huge and she was scared.
"Don't fret, dear. We wish to not hurt you; maybe Balthasar over there but not myself. You may call me Roman. That one over there with the crippled leg is Grunt, the other is Smooths. Sorry for scaring you."
She looked about, a bit nervous still but found herself intrigued by these creatures. Her parents had told her that the only creatures that talked in human tongue were those who stood upon two legs.
"I am... Anastasia..." the little faerie whispered, scared, voice little.
"You are... Food." Growled Balthasar and was soon swiped by Roman.
"What were you doing in the woods alone, Little One?" asked Roman, his tail swishing behind him.
"I was on my Second Journey," Replied the fairy fingers through her hair while she blushed, "The first was puberty."
Someone coughed and Grunt stood straight.
"Well, it's dangerous out here... Balthasar used to have a mate... she met a fate like the one we saved you from." Smooths whispered into Ana's ear.
Glancing at Balthasar she seemed to understand his aggression a bit more. "Mister Balthasar, are you hungry?" the petite fae pulled some jerky from her pack tails thumping in the circle around her like little, uncoordinated drum rolls.
After feeding all three wolves the fae set down her pack, pulled her hair back and sighed, all bellies were full, all eyes drooping. Silent... was almost a perfect word for the world at the moment...
"I guess she can stay..." grumbled Balthasar.
(I guess a way to a man's heart is through his stomach in all cases!)