Another one of my daft one shots! Don't own the Elder Scrolls. If I did, then Divines help Skyrim cause I'm staying away from dragons.
It was raining, but Meeko didn't care.
He whined loudly, attempting to stir his master from his long nap. Maybe even stoke the fire to keep the shack warm.
But there was no reply.
It was sunny, but Meeko didn't care.
He began to pace the length of the house, occasionally glancing at his master, in the hopes of going for a walk together.
But yet again, there was no reply.
Thunder clapped over the horizon, and Meeko did care.
Every crash sent him racing under the bed, believing his master would protect him as he always did.
But as always, there was no reply.
Meeko's ears suddenly pricked, picking up on voices in the distance.
Of their own accord, his paws flew over the path, mind racing at the sound of the two women.
The Dark Elf was the first to notice, bringing her Nord companion to a stop, and pointing. They both strained their eyes, seeing something akin to a wolf racing for them.
Janessa immediately pulled out her weapon, but Heidi stopped her, bending down. As the form came closer, both recognised the form of a dog, which barked once, then raced back glancing over his shoulder.
"I think he intends for us to follow." Janessa murmured, making the decision to go after him. The dog led them to a shack, and it took every form of self control not to gag at the smell of dead flesh. Yes they had just returned from emptying a bandit den, but by the Divines the smell! At least their foes were usually looted and dumped before they ever returned.
Meeko whined softly, lying down and pressing his head to his paws as the two explored the shack. "Meeko?"
It was the fair haired woman-a Nord just like his master- that had spoken, evidently reading from that strange thing he master occasionally wrote from. "Is that your name, Meeko?" A sharp yap confirmed her questions, whilst Janessa went about assessing the dead Nord on the bed.
"Looks to be Rockjoint. An unfitting end for any creature." She whispered, standing straight again. Her gaze fell upon Meeko, who was now responding to Heidi's stroking. "What is to be done with him?"
Thunder clapped over the horizon, but Meeko didn't care.
With every crash and flicker of light, he whined softly, remaining under Heidi's bed until fresh meat from Lydia lured him out.
As he ate, Heidi stroked behind his ears, whispering comforting thoughts.
It was sunny, and Meeko cared.
The three of them, Janessa, Heidi and he were strolling outside of Whiterun. Eventually a large buck appeared in their sights, and within minutes, two arrows and scratches were prominent on its body.
There was fresh venison that night, and Janessa loudly complimented his quick paws.
It was raining, but Meeko didn't care.
He lay close to the fire, yawning widely as Heidi read, feeling a sense of safety that he had but forgotten when his master started his long nap.
With a slight sniffle, he lay his head on his paws, barking when the rain briefly intruded through the door. "Easy boy." Lydia calmed, having just entered. A tantalising smell escaped from the bag she carried, and as the large horker loaf was set in front of him, he yawned again.
He fell asleep when Heidi went upstairs, finally feeling it was okay to do so.
I just love Meeko!