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J'yorn and Fain'rar decide to spend one more night in their den after the storm had ended. The outside world looked as if it had changed significantly and the pair of experienced survivors knew that it wasn't possible for them to be too prepared for what lay ahead. To that end, J'yorn had not been idle over the preceding lunar cycles. He has made good use of his skills, his flint knife, the moose bones, and hide. He has crafted a pair of snowshoes, a walking stick made out of several femur bones, and a backpack for himself. He has also made a sort of backpack for Fain'rar as well, so that they can carry as much food as possible. The proud dire wolf had insisted that it should be made so that he can easily remove it himself, if necessary. J'yorn had even angled it so that the dire wolf can reach back with his head and grab some of the moose meat if he wants a snack while on the move.

The next morning, the two of them head out into the new world of snow and ice. J'yorn finds that his hard work has paid off. His snowshoes work well and the walking stick helps him to keep his balance while traversing the steep snow drifts. Thanks to their backpacks they are able to carry a lot of the remaining moose meat, enough for several days. They likely won't need it though as their goal is the camp of J'yorn's tribe. It is not so far and J'yorn is confidant that he can find it despite the drastically altered landscape. They start off in what J'yorn is sure is the right direction but before too long he finds that he has gotten turned around. He no longer recognizes any of the mountains that surround them.

Fain'rar doesn't have any more luck staying oriented then the human. All recognizable scents have been wiped away by the storm. Buried under the snow and ice along with nearly everything else. The mountains too look completely different. The dire wolf grows increasingly annoyed at his inability to recognize the world around him.

By late afternoon they are still lost, their goal nowhere in sight. They find themselves in a wide valley. The floor of the valley slopes upwards until it reaches tall, shear cliff walls on each side. Several canyons branch off from the main valley. They end up choosing a canyon that suddenly dead ends 200 paces in to set up their camp for the night. The area at the back of the canyon is surrounded on 3 sides by high walls of rock making this area very well sheltered. More importantly the very tops of some leafless scraggly trees can be seen poking out through the snow, they will be able to make a fire.

J'yorn removes his heavy backpack and lowers it to the ground. He then remarks, “I can't believe how much the landscape has changed. My tribe has lived off the land here for as long as we can remember, and yet I can no longer tell one mountain from another."

“Yes, the storm's claws have scared the faces of the mountains. I do not recognize any scents and I do not recognize the peaks anymore then you do," Fain'rar replies, with an annoyed growl. “The sun is getting low and the shadows are already falling from the mountain. I will go see if I can find prey while you make the fire."

“Alright, don't go too far, I know you can see better in the dark then I can, but clearly neither of us recognize this area anymore," J'yorn replies. “I will cook some of the moose meat too, that way I won't have to bother you for food later.

Fain'rar nods his head in agreement, “That is wise, we will both need all our strength I think. I promise my hunt will not go outside the valley." With that, the dire wolf reaches back with his maw and loosens a strap, allowing his backpack to fall to the ground near the human. The dire wolf then turns away and runs off into the gathering darkness.

J'yorn watches Fain'rar until the dire wolf disappears from view, then he gets started gathering firewood. He walks over to the trees that are buried in the snow. Inspecting them, he finds that they are not frozen blocks of ice. The trees had likely been dead and dry long before the storm. The wood is incredibly brittle and easy to break off into pieces. First he strips all of the few remaining twigs, then the larger branches. He then grabs a rock off the ground and breaks the relatively thin tree trunks off where they meet the snow. J'yorn is left with what he figures is more then enough wood to sustain a small fire for the entire night. It doesn't take the experienced hunter gatherer long to build the fire, and before long he is roasting strips of moose meat over it. The strips do not take long to cook and for the first time in two moons J'yorn is able to eat something other then dire wolf seed. While he is distracted savoring the taste of the juicy meat strips, Fain'rar, suddenly emerges from the darkness.

The sudden appearance of the dire wolf startles J'yorn, who jumps at the sudden movement.

“I have searched the entire valley, the only startled prey I could find is you," Fain'rar says with a growling chuckle.

J'yorn shoots a feigned look of annoyance at his furry friend before allowing a smile to creep across his face at the joke. “Did you find signs of anything living out there other then us?" He asks.

“There are not even signs of prey, there is nothing," the dire wolf replies with a frustrated growl.

Worry creeps into J'yorn's expression, “This freeze seems even worse then what the elders of my tribe predicted. I am sure my tribe has plenty of food right now, but we can not stay in this area."

Fain'rar, nods in agreement, “The red sky was in the north, the lands to the south may still crawl with prey."

“I think you're right, I'm sure my tribe has reaches a similar conclusion. They certainly will not stay in an area with no food for any length of time. We must find them quickly, before they break camp."

“We will find them after the next sunrise then," Fain'rar says reassuringly. “We will be able to follow their trail for some time, until another blizzard claws it away." Realizing what he has said, he hurriedly adds, “we will find them before the next blizzard has us in its teeth, do not worry."

Another smile spreads across J'yorn's face upon hearing the dire wolf's somewhat awkward but heartfelt attempt to comfort him. “Thank you Fain'rar, and you're right I'm sure we'll find them soon enough."

They share a meal of moose meat, Fain'rar's raw and J'yorn's cooked. The pair then settle down next to each other, near the fire, to sleep. Neither one of them sees much point in keeping watch. There is clearly nothing out there. The sheltered canyon, with its high walls hides the light and smoke of their small fire from any possible distant observers. Laying in his usual spot, in-between Fain'rar's front legs, with his head tucked snugly under the dire wolf's furry neck, J'yorn's thoughts are still plagued with worry. There is no wind, the only things J'yorn can hear is the crackling of the fire, his own thoughts, and the strong steady heartbeat of the sleeping dire wolf next to him. Eventually he manages to wrestle his thoughts aside, instead focusing on the rhythmic sounds of Fain'rar's heart. Not to long after, the weary human finally drifts off to sleep.

They both awaken at the first hints of sunlight enter the canyon. Wasting no time, J'yorn gathers up what little firewood that remains and helps Fain'rar with his backpack. Leaving the smoldering remains of their fire behind, the pair head back the way they had come. They emerge out of the narrow canyon and into the wider snow filled valley. They find that the weather is as clear as the day before, there are no clouds and no wind. They move more quickly now that they have some experience navigating the new, almost alien landscape. They reach the opposite end of the valley before the sun is high in the sky.

There, they finally see something that J'yorn recognizes. It is a large pillar of angular rocks. It is mostly buried by snow now, but enough of it is exposed that J'yorn can not mistake it for anything other than the familiar landmark that it is. Better still, he knows this pillar is located very close to his tribe's camp. They had found them! As they begin to walk up to the camp, J'yorn begins to talk excitedly to his dire wolf companion.

“It will be good to finally introduce you to my tribe and my family. Like I said, you are welcome to live with us. We could use an experienced hunter and tracker like you. Since we will likely be moving south maybe you could eventually find another dire wolf like yourself. If that is something you want."

“That would be good, but are you sure they will allow me to den with you?" Fain'rar asks. “My more wild cousins hunt your kind sometimes."

“You saved my life, that is enough for most to accept you. I will admit that some will object, but my family at least will welcome you with open arms. Besides, talking dire wolves are not unknown to my tribe. That is how I knew to try talking to you when we first met."

“If you say so, I will go with you and share your den as you have shared mine," Fain'rar replies. “I…." The dire wolf starts to say something, but suddenly stops and freezes in place instead/ His hackles raise up. His nose points straight forward."

“What's wrong Fain'rar?" J'yorn asks.

“The air is wrong. I smell many humans, like a tribe, but there is something else. Something is wrong. I smell human meat. The smell of blood, raw human meat and burned human meat." Fain'rar cocks his head at J'yorn, “Does your kind eat each other often?" He asks.

“There are human tribes who do, my tribe would only if the situation was desperate. That can't be the case though, they had plenty of food to get through the storm. There should be no need for them to do something like that. Something bad must have happened," J'yorn says. Worry spreading across his face, and panic creeping into his tone.

The human moves to rush forward, but Fain'rar moves faster. With his jaws he grabs J'yorn by the back of his deerskin coat and pulls him to the ground.

“I understand your haste, but we should stalk until we get closer. We will see them before they see us," Fain'rar says, a note of empathy in his tone.

J'yorn nods his head and gets back to his feet. They begin to move forward more slowly. The camp is in a sheltered valley below a cliff face. Along the cliff face is a large entrance to a shallow cave. The camp spreads out in front of the cave in a circle, in the center several fires roar. There is much less snow here in this sheltered valley then anywhere else they had seen since leaving the den. There is even a nearly fully exposed line of trees along the edges of the valley. They stick to these trees for cover as they approach. After making their way carefully through the trees they walk up onto a jutting rock that is sticking out from a low rise overlooking the camp. They are almost close enough to make out the faces of the people below. What they see nearly causes J'yorn's heart to fall out of his chest.

All of the humans in the camp below them are male, and J'yorn doesn't recognize any of them, save one. He does see Durfitar, the shaman of his tribe. His somewhat more elaborate dress stands out from the more crude outfits of those around him. What little comfort he finds in seeing a familiar face is dashed as he views the rest of the camp. What look like human legs are roasting on spits over the fires. Many of the Tribe's deerskin tents are simply gone, others look damaged. Within the large entryway to the cave, J'yorn can see a large amount of preserved meat hanging. It looks to be even more then what his tribe had started with before the storm. There is no sign of the eagle tribe's wooden totem pole that usually stands vigil over their encampments. Then, J'yorn sees it. Over to the side, partially covered in snow, is a large pile of bones. A large pile of human bones. Sadness and despair overwhelm J'yorn. He slumps down onto the rock, his walking stick falls from his grasp.

The dark realization of what has happened hits him, and he begins to sob under his breath, “no, no, nonono, they can't all be, nonononono."

Fain'rar, places a paw lightly on his friend's back to try and comfort him, but does not say anything. The dire wolf knows this kind of pain all too well, He knows there is nothing he can say that will make it any easier.

J'yorn's sorrow rapidly turns into a fiery rage, he suddenly shouts out, “I'll fucking kill them, I'll kill them all!" He rushes to his feet, moves to jump off the rock and charge the cannibals in the camp below.

Before he can even make it a single stride, he is tackled to the ground by Fain'rar. The dire wolf grabs the distraught human by the collar of his deerskin coat and begins to carry him away. J'yorn kicks, punches, and screams at the dire wolf to let him go, but Fain'rar can already hear shouts of alarm coming from the camp. He knows there is no way the two of them can fight an entire tribe of cannibals all at once. Their only chance is to run.

Fain'rar crashes back through the trees as fast as he can while still carrying the struggling human. One of J'yorn's snowshoes gets snagged on a branch and ripped from his foot. Clear of the trees, Fain'rar re-doubles his pace. The shouting and hooting behind them is growing louder as more and more voices join in the chase. Still held by the collar of his coat in the wolf's jaws, J'yorn is struggling a lot less now. He is tiring out and sinking back into despair. After a few more minute his struggles stop entirely. He simply hangs limply, and allows Fain'rar to carry him away.

They make it as far as the pillar of rocks before Fain'rar stops and sets the human down. J'yorn doesn't move or attempt to say anything. In the distance, Fain'rar can still hear the cannibals. Their shouting and hooting has turned into more of a chant. BLOODBLOODBLOOD, they call, it sounds like they care getting closer with every passing moment.

“We must leave no tracks if we're going to lose them. I can move and jump across the bare rocks of the cliff walls in one of the canyons. I can not see well if I carry you though. You must ride on my back," Fain'rar says urgently.

“Leave me," J'yorn says despondently, “save yourself, I wish to be with my family."

“That is not what your family would want. They would want you to hunt, to fight, to live," Fain'rar growls out in response. “I will not leave you, if you refuse to ride on my back you will be responsible for my death too. We both will end up in their stomachs after roasting over their fire. If you come with me we can live to hunt them another sunrise. We will bite their throats out!"

J'yorn kicks Fain'rar, “GO, you stupid wolf. What do you care if I die? I said to leave me!"

The chanting of the cannibals is oppressively close now, still Fain'rar persists.

“You are not the only one here who has felt the bite of loss. I kept living after my pack was killed, but I was broken. I was alone. I had almost become like a wild dire wolf with no speech, until you stumbled into my den. You are now my pack, I have nothing else to care for. So, you stupid human, get on my back or we both die here," Fain'rar snarls.

Fain'rar's words finally manage to pierce through J'yorn's wall of grief induced apathy. The human hesitantly rises to his feet. Fain'rar lowers a shoulder and J'yorn pulls himself up onto the wolf's back. Wasting no more time, Fain'rar bounds off at top speed. Just then, the cannibals come into view, they are hardly a stone's throw away. Atlatl thrown spears wiz past the fleeing duo. Weaving back and forth, Fain'rar somehow manages to dodge them all. He only checks behind him once to make sure that J'yorn is still there. Now that he is out of range of the fearsome spear throwers, he focuses on putting distance between them and the cannibals. He will worry about hiding his trail and actually losing their pursuers later.

Having never ridden anything before, all J'yorn can do is keep his head down and hold on tight, as the dire wolf dodges and weaves. His legs are clamped to the wolf's flanks, his hands grasp the straps of Fain'rar's backpack. Despite Fain'rar's flurry of sudden movements, J'yorn manages to stay seated. He is able to relax his grip somewhat as the dire wolf stops dodging and begins to run in a straight line, away from the pursuing cannibals.

Using the mountainous terrain to his advantage, it does not take long for Fain'rar to break line of sight. Still he does not slow. He has purposefully run away from the valley that he and J'yorn had come from earlier. He does not want to lead the cannibals towards their den, he just hopes that none of them will spot their earlier tracks from when they had first come upon the stone pillar.

After judging that he has enough distance to attempt to lose their pursuers, Fain'rar finds a long canyon with stepped gradual rock walls on both sides. Fain'rar runs the length of the canyon and then doubles back on his own tracks several times, confusing the trail. This done, he tells J'yorn to hang on and with a great effort, Fain'rar leaps up onto the rocks above. He manages to quickly scramble and leap his way up and out of the canyon. He does not look back, the dire wolf takes off running, leaving the chanting of the cannibals to fade off into the distance.

The pair keeps moving all through the afternoon, they do not dare stop. As night begins to fall, Fain'rar spots the narrow entrance to a small cave, they decide to spend the night there. Once inside, J'yorn shakily climbs off the dire wolf's back, nearly falling over. He is beyond devastated emotionally at the loss of his family and tribe. He is also incredibly sore from being jostled around on Fain'rar's back most of the day. He doesn't say a word to his companion. He drops his backpack to the ground, and kicks off his one remaining snow shoe. He then walks to the back of the cave and lays down on the hard ground.

Fain'rar, too, is exhausted. His sides are heaving and he is panting despite the cold. The dire wolf reaches back and with his teeth, removes his own backpack. He eats some of their dwindling supply of moose meat and then pads over to J'yorn, in the back of the cave. The human is already asleep, too physically and mentally exhausted to remain conscious. Fain'rar lays down, curling his much larger body around the human and then pulling him close. He knows it is dangerous for them both to sleep at the same time, especially now. He tries to stay awake, eventually though the exhausted dire wolf loses the battle, and sleep claims him.

The pair awaken late the next morning to find that they had not in fact been attacked during the night. It is clear that they had in fact been able to fully shake off the pursuing cannibals. This is not much comfort to J'yorn though, who still hasn't uttered a word. Fain'rar fully understands what J'yorn is going through, but time is working against them. They are running out of food, there is no prey around. They simply can't stay here. There is no time for grief, Fain'rar knows he must break his friend from his stupor.

“You need to eat, I know you don't want to, but you must. We must leave, the moose is almost gone and there is no prey. We must return to the den, that is the only place with meat."

J'yorn just stares blankly at the dire wolf

“Yesterday you where ready to stare them in the eyes and hunt every single one of those humans. What happened to that? Are you just going to sit here, or are you going to make good on your words and claw out their throats?" Fain'rar says with a frustrated snarl.

“Did you mean what you said back as the pillar when the cannibals were closing in," asks J'yorn, “When you said that I was your pack now and that you had nothing else to care about?"

Fain'rar nods, a look of sincerity on his face, “I did, you are my pack now. You are the only other hunter that I care about. It was not likely those humans that killed my mate and pups, but it was humans like them. I said earlier that I would help you hunt them and I will, we will rip their throats out together."

J'yorn walks up and hugs Fain'rar, putting his arms around the dire wolf's powerful neck. “Thank you for saving me again Fain'rar, I think… I think I do want to live, I want to be a part of your pack."

Fain'rar manages to awkwardly wrap one of his forelegs around the human's back. “We are now a pack then, I would howl, but if they search for us still that could be bad." Fain'rar says with one of his wolfish chuckles.

This stating of the obvious even manages to get a chuckle out of J'yorn, “You're right, that would not be good. When we strike back at them we'll have to make sure we kill Durfitar too."

Fain'rar breaks their embrace and cocks his head in confusion, “What sort of prey is this Durfitar?"

J'yorn curses to himself, of course there is no way the dire wolf could know who Durfitar is. “He is… was my tribe's shaman, our spiritual leader. The previous day, when we were on the rocks overlooking the camp, I saw him with the cannibals. It looked like he was actually with them, he is not their captive.

“Then he dies first," Fain'rar interrupts with a ferocious growl.

“Yes he will die first, but I need answers," J'yorn says, “I want to talk to him before we kill him. I need to know exactly what happened to my tribe. I know his daily rituals, early before every sunrise he leaves the camp so he can meditate alone with no distractions. We will find him then and ambush him."

“I like that idea," Fain'rar growls, “but we must move swiftly like the wind. We do not have much moose here or back at the den, we must go south to new hunting grounds soon."

“You're right, we must leave this area soon," J'yorn agrees, “they would not be expecting us to return so soon after driving us off the way they did. We could stay here until the sun goes down and then make our way back to their camp during the night. Durfitar should be along shortly before the sun begins to rise. We deal with him, head back to the den for the meat, and then start moving south."

“It is settled then, “Fain'rar agrees. “You need to eat though, and if we are going to stalk this Durfitar prey then we can't let them spot us before we are ready to strike."

“You're right, we can't risk a fire right now." J'yorn says, “cursing himself for not cooking more of the meat when he had the chance. He had wanted to be sure to leave enough for Fain'rar."

“That is fine," Fain'rar replies, looking down at the large sheath between his legs. “There is plenty of food here. I have eaten a lot of moose, I will be fine." The dire wolf begins to lower his maw towards his package."

“Wait, Fain'rar," J'yorn says. “You have been taking care of me the entire time we have been together, you have been doing all of the hunting. With what has happened to my family… I feel useless. I wasn't there for them when they needed me. I didn't provide for them, I couldn't save them. All I have been doing for the past few moons is feeding off of you like a leech, contributing nothing."

Fain'rar growls and shakes his head side to side, “Before you ended up in my den I had almost lost myself, you brought my mind back. You also do much for us both. You made our backpacks, we could not carry enough moose otherwise. You can make fire too, I can't," holding up a paw to make his point, “I need you as you need me. Pack mates take care of each other, there is no shame in that. I feel for the loss of your family as I do the loss of my mate and pups but if you were there… if I was there….." The dire wolf shakes his head again, unable to finish his sentence.

J'yorn lets out a frustrated sigh, “you're right Fain'rar, but I can't help but feel this way. With everything we've been through together over the preceding moons. With what you have done for me over and over in the name of survival….. I care about you and I feel like I owe you. You said earlier that you care for me too and that pack mates take care of each other. So I want you to let me take care of myself by taking care of you. Today I want to hunt my own prey."

Fain'rar is both touched by and a little taken aback at his human friend's words. He asks himself if he really does care for and trust J'yorn completely? He decides that he does, “If that is what you need to do, you may hunt this prey," Fain'rar consents. The dire wolf lays down on his back, allowing the human access to his package.

J'yorn, having already made up his mind, does not hesitate. He removes his thicker outer coat and outer pants and then gets down on his knees, his stance wide, straddling the dire wolf's soft underbelly. He is directly in front of Fain'rar's sheath, a familiar but more flaccid then usual bit of red flesh is already sticking out. He then leans forward and takes the dire wolf's flesh into his maw. He knows there is no way he can fit even a fifth of what the wolf has to offer into his mouth, but he is determined to earn his meal this time regardless. While suckling on the tip, J'yorn wraps one hand around the quickly growing shaft, squeezing it while his other hand begins to gently pull back the sheath, exposing more red canine flesh to the cool cave air.

Fain'rar, for once is living in the moment, not reliving old, sometimes painful memories. By now he is very familiar with having the human's mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock but what he had never considered is what the human could do with his hands. He whines out in pleasure as his friend squeezes his rapidly expanding member, causing him to let out the first of many jets of pre cum into the human's mouth.

J'yorn is caught off guard by the sudden jet of pre, he is use to sucking on Fain'rar's tip while the potent dire wolf is already ejaculating, he hadn't been expecting anything yet. This gives him an idea though. Grasping the mighty shaft in front of him with both hands, J'yorn repeatedly squeezes, forcing more dire liquid to be deposited into his mouth. He then spits the pre out onto his hands and rubs the liquid up and down Fain'rar's nearly fully erect member. His hands now gliding across Fain'rar's spire, J'yorn squeezes and massages the flesh in his grasp with extra vigor. He is rewarded by a nearly continues flow of pre cum entering his mouth. The liquid threatening to fill him up even before the main event.

His tongue now hanging out of his mouth and panting, Fain'rar is absorbed in all the new and interesting sensations coming from his nether regions. He can feel the human's dexterous hands dance across his flesh, the fingers stopping to massage and poke at individual veins on his red spire causing his whole body to shudder under the attention. He feels the warm wet tongue of the human assaulting his cock tip, while it is being simultaneously sucked on, the applied suction is driving the dire wolf crazy. He had not thought that the much smaller human would be able to bring him so much pleasure or that he would be enjoying this as much as he is.

Sensing that the massive red cock in his grasp has finally stopped growing, J'yorn reaches down with one hand and gently pulls back the last of the sheath, exposing Fain'rar's knot. He tries to work the knot with one hand and the shaft with the other, but his hands are simply too small to wrap fully around either one on their own. Switching tactics, J'yorn stands up and quickly strips off the last of his coverings. Now naked, he sits directly on the dire wolf's soft underbelly. His thighs rest to either side of the dire wolf's massive knot. His mouth joins the red spear-like tip yet again. Using both his hands, he manages to wrap them almost around the entire shaft. Moving them up and down over the well lubricated wolf flesh he builds up an increasingly rapid pace. After several more minutes of this vigorous stimulation he feels Fain'rar's body tense up, he has done it.

J'yorn squeezes Fain'rar's knot as hard as he can with his thighs, while his hands keep moving and his mouth keeps sucking. With his body practically wrapped around Fain'rar's red spire, he watches as the dire wolf's impressive testicles tense up against his immense white furry body and then suddenly his mouth is filled with a massive explosion of dire wolf cum. He is more then ready for it and swallows it down with practiced ease, greedily suckling and licking around the tip to ensure he gets all of it.

Fain'rar stifles a howl as he releases into his friends hungry maw, letting out a low whine instead. His legs twitch in the air and his hips buck up slightly as he contentedly empties his balls into his pack mate. Tail wagging, he closes his eyes and savors the feeling of having the human's body wrapped around his ejaculating member. All troubles of the past fade away and he is fully consumed in this moment of pure bliss.

Facing away from Fain'rar, his mouth still wrapped around the dire wolf's ejaculating tip, J'yorn can not see the content look on Fain'rar's face. However going by the fluids rapidly filling his stomach and the wagging dire wolf tail in front of him, J'yorn is sure that he has been successful. He has earned his own food and brought pleasure to his pack mate at the same time. Their friendship has never been stronger and now they share a common purpose. Soon enough night will fall, the two of them will venture out of the cave, well fed and ready for anything. Vengeance will be theirs.

… to be continued