Lone Wolfs
Chapter~2
She was a girl, just trying to make her way in this land. A land she'd come to get annoyed of, a province plagued with squabble and war like a flea bitten dog. A civilized wildling who lived in the forest since she left Kvatch. She was very alone for days on end, what else could you do but have a little chat to yourself?
She strolled down the path, knowing nothing would dare harm her. She was practically a ghost to the people around these parts. To all but the large wolf growling at her about to spring, of course. She didn't mind though, this was the third time with this beast.
'I think I'm starting to enjoy the attention...'
There was a furious bark as the large wolf sprung at the girl from behind, assured with the guarantee of her injury, mame and possible death, he bit and snapped at her.
Instead, it ended in a yelp.
The beast, found himself quite alive, but thoroughly surprised. His teeth hadn't even scratched her.
Wincing like a puppy being nipped at by his mother, the rough grip of her orcish gauntlets tighten around his muzzle.
This Breton girl got very close to the hounds face.
"Hey there!" She said happily with a gruff lilt, "I like your eyes." She stared into it's yellow wild eyes, seeming to ponder something.
"I could gut you for your pelt... Hah! Ya big ol' Timber wolf, but I like your eyes!"
Smiling she dropped the stunned wolf, watching him stumble on the ground.
This wolf felt embarrassed, even worse, humiliated. A deep growl came from the depths of his bowels yet again, attempted to spring at her.
His plans didn't last long when his body fell numb and he couldn't move an inch, frozen on the spot.
The girl knelt down tapping on the wolf three times, checking if her spell worked, "In fact, I want to keep you. So first rule, no biting me, yes?"
She picked up the wolf, throwing him over her shoulder to carry him back on her merry way home.
"Now! Since you're mine, time for first name basis. The name's Vireyne! Grew up in Kvatch. Father was a guard in command, my mother owned the forge. Happy time, happy times, till the war. Ran off, grew up in the wood after that."
She seemed to become very serious in her thoughts that drifted into years, the years of her life that were filled with nasty sights.
"You?" She asked, her voice didn't seem so playful now, but very serious, "You're... Timber Jack! Yeah I like that, loner type? Me too. Great."
The wolf, newly named Timber Jack, wasn't sure about any of this. All he knew was that every time he found he could move, he was paralyzed again. He tried, relentlessly, not to give in. To his own demise though, he was hungry. He found what she would offer to be very generous and tempting. Finally before he starved himself to death, he took what she had to offer. He never knew why, but he felt like it was a good trade. Free food just for some company, the odd pat. He began to worry, 'Is this the way I am to become... a dog? A pet?'
She trusted him, leave him to freely wander whenever he pleased. He could easily leave her, yet he found he would always return. He consistently began to question himself every day, this was something his instinct would have never allowed him to do.
The wolf began to slip into his own mind.