# Into the North

Author: Liyoht
Tags: Canine, Domination/Submission, Fantasy, Husky, Light Nudity, Wolf

Illyana panting openly long red tongue hanging partly from her muzzle  
looks toward her two companions even as she tightens the grip upon her  
spear. Paws keeping an even pace over the frozen tundra even as the  
heavy ropes of silver and amber beads bring annoyances with the never  
ending bouncing against her tooled leather tunic. Eyes narrowing as  
ears pan back she can not help but be thankful she is too out of  
breath to curse the need for wearing such useless things.  
  
Just silver eye of the mother earlier she had been preparing to learn  
the last lessons needed to join the ranks of the blessed den mothers.  
As being youngest of the royal litter left her with few choices, not  
the most fleet of paw, strong of fang or even much to her shame able  
to bring down the big hard paw of the plains. Losing one feat of skill  
after another to her sisters and brothers in the end she found herself  
showing throat to them all. Till no guild wanted her royal pup or not  
among their ranks.  
  
Well she understood the need for the best to take the roles of  
leadership. As with the winters both hard and long it was the way of  
her kind and how they have survived sense the beginning when the  
blessed den mother gave them all life. She can not help wonder if the  
old ways are always the best ways. Yet it was the daring to ask why  
that got her sent on this mission. With an invading pack to the  
southern border and the resulting battles going badly for her clan it  
was not long till she found herself with less brothers and sisters.  
  

  The scent seekers, the sharp teeth and even most of the grey muzzled  
elder killed or captured. Of course the guilds had debated long into  
the night what the best course of action was to be. Those either brave  
or foolish that left to try making peace with those southern invaders  
still not having answered any of the bark relays now for a full  
rounding of the mother's silver eye. Have now been given up in at  
least spirit for the last barks by those den mother still among the  
clan. It was watching the dancing as den mother after den mother first  
named those of the fallen then asked for she who whelps all to accept  
them back that angered her.  
  
The last of the royal litter and yet no opinions was sniffed of her.  
Even with both her sire and dam gone missing having each lead pack of  
sharp teeth and scent seekers to the border. The first growls of anger  
from her surprising even herself that she was able to stare down what  
meager challenger's that remained surprised everyone else. Asking why  
none had been sent to the northern border to seek aid it was quickly  
agreed that this was the task the den mother had whelped her for. Fear  
coming like a pouncing death claw at the idea of leaving the clan  
lands she had just only been able to keep from soiling herself. As to  
leave the place that smelled of her for a place that did not was  
forbidden.  
  

  And now feeling more like a netted drink swimmer then clan leader she  
begins to wonder if some how she was tricked. As its Iginiy the elder  
who's been deciding when the rest times are claiming it's only her who  
can sniff out the stalking storms all too common for the northern  
lands. The grey muzzle having been in charge of the camp because she  
grips her spear with only one hand thanks to raging hard paw many  
silver eyes ago. The den mothers having licked the hurt better could  
not make it as it was before. Ihilei having been left in camp because  
she was still nursing her litter it was decided the young could wait  
for the time a run to the northern border and back would take such a  
healthy scent seeker.  
  
Having long lost any count of the passing of the silvered eye and the  
amber eye or for that matter the exact paw path back to camp Illyana  
and even Iginiy have long sense become thankful for having a scent  
seeker like Ihilei with them. It was Ihilei who first barked warning  
when the death claw charged them. Ihilei who has found food enough for  
all during each camp rest. And Ihilei who takes the less rest yet is  
quick to take up the run anew each time. Of course both Illyana and  
Iginiy have seen the secretive looks cast backwards when the scent  
seeker thinks neither companion will notice. Neither is it missed the  
many times Ihilei has to remove her tunic to deal with uncomfortable  
and noticeably swollen teats. Having offered help only to be refused  
Illyana can not help secretly being glad their own twin rows of teats  
are just tiny nubs.  
  

  "I'm sorry Iginiy but this tunic is just too uncomfortable for me."  
  
"What about..."  
  
"I know...we must not look like savages during the first encounter. You  
know I will smell them before they get within sight of us. I will put  
it on at first sniff of the northerners."  
  
Illyana annoyed to be ignored during this conversation opens her  
muzzle to speak only to close it again at a sharp glance from Iginiy.  
And without farther conversation Ihilei carefully rolls her tunic then  
stuffs it within the bag tied to her back. Now wearing only bracers of  
carved hard paw bone about the ankles and wrists Ihilei seems renewed  
in her energy going so far as to wag her plumed tail about. Illyana  
can not help feel resentful wishing she too could remove the useless  
things she wears. Comforted only that Iginiy also wears tunic and  
silver ropes but without any of the pieces of amber that dance with  
each touch of paw to ground.  
  
"How much farther?" Illyana ventures as she watches a group of eye  
swimmers giving chase to the first of mother's silver eye calling as  
it begins replacing that of its gold twin, ears perked and tongue  
hanging out thinking what a delight getting her jaws around those  
feathered bodies it would be. Woefully thinking of the flat trail meat  
cakes they have been eating and just how low supplies have gotten even  
with rationing. Ihilei too followers the flock but after a moment of  
grip tightening upon her spear decides against trying her luck.  
  

  Loud bark of warning from Iginiy causing them both to bring spears  
into defensive position. Illyana stumbling and losing her balance just  
as something with large fangs dark fur misses scoring a bite. Another  
attacker's muzzle managing to grab hold of one of the silver chains  
causing her to be jerked forward and almost end up on all fours.  
Resisting the instinctive urge to spread out her paw hands in greeting  
to the rapidly approaching ground she instead thrusts spear tip  
forward at the dark four legged form trying to pull her down. Yelp of  
pain somewhere to her right sounding like Ihilei is echoed by a much  
deeper yelp from where her spear found flesh. Then her body meets and  
ground hard and blackness is the last thing she sees.

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