A/N: Hey guys, so I was looking at some fan art and stuff on line, and this idea just wouldn't leave my head. I don't know if it will stay as a one shot or not, I don't know where I would even take it. But please let me know what you think of it haha.
It had been three months since they took down the city of light, three months since Clarke had run away after the mountain. But this time there was no Lexa to bring her home.
She hunted and foraged for food, recklessly taking on the biggest and nastiest animals in the forest in territory wars, but never getting killed, no matter home much sometimes that was exactly what she wished for.
Really she should have left Trikru territory, should have ran to the edges of the earth where no one could find her. Abby was relentless in sending out search parties to find her, determined not to lose her daughter again, but it was for nothing. Clarke didn't want to be found and so she wasn't.
But she still couldn't bring herself to leave the forests of the Trikru. Not when everything about them reminded her so vividly of her lost love. Even just looking up at the leafy canopy as she laid down to sleep, the colours reminded her of the quiet intensity of Lexa's gaze, and in the morning she was reminded of the way Lexa's eyes would sparkle in amusement as the first beams of sunlight cut through the leaves.
She was on the trail of a panther when she heard talking from the path, less than a hundred meters to the right of her.
Curiously, she inched forwards, settling on her stomach so she could look out without being seen and take in the sight of those that were so far inside some of the most dangerous hunting grounds in the forest.
It was Skaikru, of course it was Skaikru, it was always Skaikru. And they were heading right for the den of the panther she was tracking.
Torn she looked between them and her way back to her cabin that she had built. They had no idea what they were walking into but if she helped them then she would have to move again, and she had finally settled into a somewhat decent routine, undisturbed by the other predators living around her.
Finally, she made her decision as a low growl emitted from the direction of the panther's den.
Growling herself in frustration she jumped to her feet and bolted towards them, leaping onto the path and shoving them roughly in the shoulder.
"Get out of here now!" She barked at them.
"Clarke!" They exclaimed in surprise, "Your mother sent us, she wants you back home, your people need you."
Already regretting her decision, she scowled at them, "That's not my home anymore, and Skaikru are not my people. Leave now before you get us all killed."
She was so focused on them that she missed the telltale sign of the twigs covering the forest floor behind her snapping and was only alerted to the sudden appearance of the cat when the two Skaikru guards faces shifted to matching looks of horror as the stared over her shoulder.
Turning to face the snarling beast, she tried to back away slowly whilst drawing her dagger, but it was too late. The cat leapt at her as she stumbled back to the ground, the two men turning tail and running for their lives, leaving her for dead.
Just before the panther could swipe at her with those deadly, razor edged claws, it was met in mid-air by a solid mass of fur and muscle.
The two animals crashed to the ground, rolling across the forest floor as they twisted and snapped with their jaws, fighting for dominance.
Clarke was about to leave the two of them, slipping away whilst they fought over her, when something caught her attention.
The wolf that had caught the panther mid-leap was a rich, warm brown colour, the exact same shade that had been Lexa's hair colour.
She was so stuck by the sudden resemblance that she didn't realize the wolf had one until it padded over to her, stopping less than a metre in front of her.
Stood in front of her, she realized that it was the biggest wolf she had ever seen, it's shoulder reaching hers.
But she wasn't scared of it, because when she looked into its eyes, they sparkled, the same shade as the treetops when the light cut through them.
And when it dropped to its belly, she knew instantly that the wolf was repeating the vow it had made when it had been a human called Lexa kom Trikru.
Dropping down to her knees, Clarke took the great head in her hands, tracing over the markings that circled her eyes before trailing down towards the corner of her mouth.
"Lexa?"
Lexa's ears twitched forwards as she sat up, pushing her head against Clarke's chest, before darting up and swiping her tongue along Clarke's cheekbone.
Clarke just stared for a moment before she broke out into hysterical giggles, "I can't believe this, you are literally too stubborn to die."
With her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, even over the wickedly long canine teeth, it was one of the most adorable things Clarke had even seen in her life, and she reached up to scratch behind Lexa's ears before she had time to think about it, which sent her into another fit of giggles.
"This is ridiculous, I love you, and I will love you for the rest of my life, but if you think for one minute I'm going to be kissing you anymore…" She trailed off as Lexa's wolf face seemed to pout, which just made her laugh harder.
