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Chapter one

Little birds

Little black and white birds flew over head as the breeze chilled me. The horse I rode whinnied and we moved on down the snowy, muddy trail. Camp was not far. "Sleep was not far" I thought as we reached the shallow creek just before camp.

I was thankful to hop off the saddle and my knees hurt from riding as I rubbed my thick padded dear skinned gloves against the hide leggings that covered my mountain lion furred body. Turning to the packs on my horse I unhooked the leather straps that held the supply satchels I had gotten from town a days ride ago.

My whiskers shivered on my little muzzle as I held my self against the growing wind. I lead the big beast into its stable were it began to eat. dumping the ice and dirt from its water bowl I pored what was in my half empty canteen knowing id need to fetch a pale from the creek and warm it by the fire. "Mmm-hmm" my feminine voice made the horse flick her ears as I patted her side, she was a really good horse Never a thought but to what we were going to do next, Always fallowing me around and never really had to tie or corral her like most would.

"fire" I mumbled, and loosed the saddle off her back heaving it to the saddle horse near by. It was comical horse like structure id made in the likeness of a horse and it rocked back and forth.

I was almost done brushing her down and getting a big set of blankets to throw over her when I heard a raven.

"CRAW" it crowed and I searched for it throwing the big fluffy blanket on her back. Looking up again I saw a massive raven Indian with a single wing half out. Blood dripped from its wing were a big wound was. I ran to the other side of the stable grabbing a rope to stretch across the stable entrance preventing my mare from running. She whinnied loudly and I jumped to the side of the stable were I had a supply room fetching a lever action forty four, same bullets as my big pistol which sat in my satchels between me and the big carnivorous bird. Its head was big and it eyed me from the distance.

I brought sights apron him and he stretched out his other wing. I stepped closer making the distance to the satchels and looked again over the blood dripping feathers.

"What happened to you!" I yowled. Untrusting.

"CRAW." It crowed in despair before it spoke "eating squirrel-"

"SQUIRRELS DON'T SHOOT BACK" I yelled thinking of the north squirrel Indians much too far north and favoring city life.

"CRAW... THE DEER, SHOT ME" It was weary and so was I. I had no care to the mean savages that were known to steal and fight all they wanted for random reason.

I raised my rifle sky ward and heaved my satchels to my cabin dug into the ground many many years ago by my father, Him and my brothers built it then and only I stayed here after he died.

My brothers were mean men and I told them off or id have killed them many years ago. The raven was hobbling towards me awkwardly begging with his eyes.

I belted my pistol and tossed the rifle and satchels into the cabin door. Wishing id had more time.

"I saw you riding a long ways back and flew as far as I could, before I fainted in the creek." its voice was an odd mixture of mocks it had copied from another being, frost grew on his feathers as he stood shaking.

"Oh gods what to do" I thought and hated him. I thought to just shoot the bastard but it wasn't in me to throw away a life with out reason. I pointed to the dead fire pit and yowled "set up a fire and ill set you up--"ohh shit! "The big bird fell over with a thud in the snow. "I was too late" I thought and checked his breathing. "shit he is dead" I laughed in frustration and Tammy my fat horse whinnied franticly. Now I was becoming furious. And I grabbed for the blankets now trampled into the dirt and shook them out throwing them back over Tammy.

I couldn't take much more or tears would fall I knew it. I strapped the blankets on the horse and turned to bump face first into the big furred chest of a deer.

I fell to the ground with a thump on my tail and shrieking pain shot through my spine. I pulled my pistol and he dodged a kick from Tammy as her hoof kicked out, and down on me ripping skin with weigh. He grabbed at my legs and ripped me from her reach and the reach of my gun as she kicked again he took a hit to the shoulder. He made a grunting yelp as he fell back and I knew his bones were broken. The gun was lost to the kicking horse and I cried out in pain, sobbing. "what the fuck... god Damn it you" I shouted pulling a knife from my belt and raised up to stab him but he just laid there and held up a hand bleeding from were the bone stuck out from his shoulder.

"don't fucking move" I threatened and he held still breathing hard and looked to his shoulder. And I looked to my chest were the skin had torn an inch long at least on my small breast and it was bleeding and burned.

"you mother fucker!" I yelled and stood to calm the horse. "I swear if you move ill gut you" I growled.

And Tammy snorted huffing as I rubbed her setting the blanket on her considering the bleeding and keeping an eye on the bastard deer.

"how many of you are there" I said cocking the gun and putting the end of the barrel to his eye roughly.

"Ha ha ha" he laughed and licked the barrel, so I knocked his ass out with it with a whack. Better safe than sorry I thought "fuckin` bucks"

"I really messed up now" I said dragging the buck bastard past the fire pit and dead crow and stopped for a moment looking to the sky... "any other crows see this and ill be dead as a deer." I snickered looking over at the bleeding buck. The small tare in his sholder was bleeding pretty good. "I need to set that so he wont die." I thought. "back to square one... and the bastard ... I don't even know what he wanted." I threw wood over the birds body and winced gripping at my wound. Crying. "I almost wish id have killed them both on sight... probly what the deer was going for" grabbing the deer by the antlers I kept an eye all around me and dragged his dead weight to the cabin door before he started mumbling and lawled his tongue, it dragged on the ground in the dirt. All I could think was to stomp on it for all I cared.

"wake up jack ass!" I slapped him and he yelped out groaning and grabbed at his arm. "good Idea." I said and grabbed his arm pushing the bone back in and he screamed looking up at me with pain in his eyes. "do you speak" I said and he closed his eyes hard before speaking in deer. "FUUUCK I KNEW IT... YOU FUCK!" I yelled not understanding. He laughed "fuck" he said. And pointed to the dead bird "FUCK" he yelled and made to cut his throat with his hand. "ya ya you shot the bird I get yu" I said and made as if to hit him again but he had tears in his eyes. The buck was young, maybe only just twenty. "are their more" I asked crying in aguish. "Am I going to die over you?" and he started to pout and shook his head pulling a knife from his belt. "YA RIGHT" I said cocking the gun, he went for his own throat. I had to kick the knife out of his hand painfully and he laid sobbing.

"ALRIGHT!" I shouted "get your ass inside or get the Hell outa here!" I bunted the deer with my foot not wanting to hurt him too much more.

He sat up and looked up at me like h`ed had enough, he had Dirt on his face and he was shaking hard.

"damn you" I said and un-cocked my gun belting it. and helping him to his knees aiding him into the cabin over the satchel, knocking my rifle to the floor.

I was at my wits end now with all of this, the tears were coming to my eyes again as I picked up the rifle.

"Last thing I need is you in my home" I said and he stood up slowly holding his arm and closed the door groaning as he sat in my chair hanging his head.

I pulled off my shirt examining the massive bruise on my chest pressing the cloth to my wound, it was going to take a long time for this to heal, and I knew it.

Turning to the deer I could see the anguish in him. He may as well have been dead as his tears hit the wood floor. "what happened to you" I said entirely in awe by his state, he looked to his shoulder then back up at me and I grabbed cloth, a needle and thread and set it beside him. My eyes weren't very good so I would have to make a fire before I started. Running to the burn spit in the center of the room I nabbed my striker and knife catching tinder to flame constantly looking back at the deer as he threaded the needle in his teeth then watched in awe as he stitched the wound him self. And I gritting my teeth with each draw, he only groaned as he hurriedly pieced the skin with each stroke. "fuck" he said panting and I laughed At the severity and knowing that was the only thing we could say. He muttered words and drew on his arm with the blood, a warriors symbol and raven symbols and smeared them both knowing I was watching. "DIE" he said pouting again. "Die... happen..." he said and waved his hand at me as if to have given up. He looked up at me and looked me over smiling and I covered my self grabbing a new shirt from the shelf sorely. And the deer looked away finally taking some decency upon himself.

"I should a killed you" I thought. my mind turning to the night and what I would do about him knowing I was here.

"can you go home?" I asked and he stared at me blankly. I gestured to the surrounding cabin. "home?"

He looked angry. "die" he said calmly. And gestured to the smeared raven symbol on his arm like I should know what he was talking about. And then I could see bruises all over him. He looked like he got his ass kicked. It looked like antler marks, or like he'd been hit with a stick, and stabbed... no?... it was raven claw marks dug deep and now it made sense the scratches in his hide. It was known ravens attacked in flocks just because they could. They were also known for taking young, playing wounded, and seeking revenge.

I brought him charcoal for drawing and a piece of Lynen . He sighed heavily and looked to his hurt shoulder.

I pushed the table across the room to him. Also pinning him to the entry blocking him from entering the cabin further. "good idea" I though and I laid the linen out on the table drawing a quick small house on my side gesturing again before the fires crackle sounded the demand for attention.

He sighed and gripped the chalk in his good hand ... his left hand, It seamed he was right handed.

"darn the luck" I said under my breath rearranging the wood on the fire. "ill have to get more... quick" I thought, then thought of my poor thirsty horse. "damn" I said out loud making him look up from what he was drawing.

It was simple as he could muster as the sheet ruffled under coal and he sketched three little A`s and marked lines, some thick some small, all around ravens symbols and he cried, marking each raven with a line to each one, making sure I saw, then to a bunch of them at once and gestured to his wounds and then to my cabin on the sheet the one I had drawn, pulling it toward him were he marked on last one and crossed it out pointing at me. "FUCK" he said turning back to cross out everything muttering and yelling out franticly as he did. Before crying into the linen and rocking. Wrapping the linen around himself.

I threw him a shirt. One of my brothers old shirts. My oldest brother's, it would be small on him, maybe too small I thought as he tried to put it on leaving in his arm. He cried still, and I didn't blame him. I waved at him to catch his attention he looked into my eyes. "Alex" I said offering him my arm. He stood and pushed the table aside walking up to me. He was tall. "Sid--- Ehem" " he coffed, as his voice broke and he took my arm. "strange name" I thought. "but deer are deer."

I pointed to the fire "wood" and I pointed to the door and he quickly walked out closing the door. "freak" I said and pulled the table roughly swinging it out of the way. I winced as I threw my coat on wondering what the hell that deer might be doing and heard Tammy whinny "mother fff-" I threw open the door hissing and cocked my pistol but the deer was just tossing the bird Indians body into the burn pit one handed and with intense aggression muttering all the time and holding his arm. Then he threw wood on it but I shouted "Hey!" and threw him a shovel kicking snow and dirt at the bird.

My whole body hurt and I had to water Tammy.

I grabbed a bucket and started to the river looking back.

The deer gathered wood in his one arm and threw them into the cabin door looking down he saw the knife I had kicked from his hand and he fell to his knees. I was too far away to do anything now. He picked it up and held it to his chest and I knew it was over... "another body for me to burry" I thought and he put it into his belt looking to me then went to the raven picking up the shovel and tossed it down picking up the carcass again and walked off "freak" I said again shaking my head.

I went to the creek not far out from the trail and dipped the pail quickly wanting it to be done with, hurrying back to the house.

Opening up the door there was wood and snow all over the floor. "sonn-of`a bitch" I said kicking the wood across the floor and hanging the pail over the fire to warm at least a little "thump" Sid was back in the doorway blood and dirt on his hands as he gathered the woods off the floor with his one hand fumbling and grunting sorely to push it all to one side then gathered the large piece of linen again and used it to brush snow, dirt and, wood pieces to the door. I eyed him closely as blood dripped from his stitches. "hey Sid" I said carefully.

"go sit" I pointed to the chair gesturing at the spot on my shoulder that bled on him. He looked and wiped it with the dirty linen making me grimace and I made him sit in the chair. "be still" I said in a growl picking up a fresh piece of cloth dipping it in the cold water and cleaned the blood and dirt from his wound. Snatching a bottle from the shelf I growled at him hard shaking the bottle gesturing. He nodded seeming to knowing what it was. I didn't hesitate as I pored it on his wound catching the fluid on the dirty linen and threw it into the fire watching the big linen burst into flames as he screamed wanting to dig the alcohol away from his stitches but I placed a little piece of bandaging cloth to it that I had handy from before.