Just a note. To all of you!! I could care less if you are a Jacob HATER or a Jacob LOVER!! This is for the story, nothing more, nothing less. So there!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Jacob Black. Or the characters of the Twilight Series. But please, don't use Avangeline, the plot line, or any other original characters that might come up without my permissions.
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The girl woke up to a ice cavern that was warmer than she had expected where she had entered there was only a thin slit of snow, and the embers left of her fire were barely bright enough to keep her from stepping on them. She made her way out of her sleeping bag and to her pile of clothing and slowly pulled them on. She stopped when she had on a tank top and a pair of shorts, and packed the rest of the clothes in an old burlap sack and put them with the rest of the supplies.
The entrance she had use was blocked with snow, and she sighed, again taking off the tank top and shorts. She stood naked in the darkness, and if she had known someone was in the back of the cave she had felt extremely embarrassed. But the simple fact was that in her half-asleep state she had yet to realize she was not alone.
She felt the shifting of bones, and after almost a year the only twinge of pain was felt in one of her shoulder bones and the elongation of her muzzle.
She rotated her shoulder bones, and then took in a deep breath through her nose and got ready to dig. And that's when she smelt it. She turned to face the dark back wall of the ice cavern and growled. The sound that came in response was almost pitiful, more like the mewing of a cat then the fierce growl of a wolf. Suddenly the 15 year old felt a faint pressure on her mind and then a voice. Her Sister wolf who was waiting in the village far to the north had heard the strange sound and had heard the voiceless thought of the one in the cavern. 'Avangeline, are you trying to tell us that there is a male were-wolf in the cave you took cover in?!' Came the outraged thought. The she-wolf in the cave shuddered at the fierceness in the mental voice, but sent back the reply of 'Precisely.'
After many arguments and a meeting of the wolf council (Which consisted of 5 people) it was agreed that Avangeline should try and get this wolf to come north, and if he was out cold she has to make a stretcher.
The white werewolf cautiously made her way towards the form that she could now vaguely see. As she approached it tried to stand up but fell with a shudder. It was obvious that this other person was, tired- drained both mentally and physically by something she couldn't make out. She let out the crooning sound that worked well with the babies in the nursery at the Village.
The form visibly relaxed and she reached out with her mind.
It was obvious that this wolf was from far away, and from a very different place. His pelt was a nice chocolate brown, but matted by weeks of travel and seeming craziness. He was young, maybe Avangeline's age, and at first she wondered if her mind would be able to reach his. There was the barrier of different tribes, and slowly as the male were-wolf realized that this person was here to help him he let them down.
By a gentle coaxing she was able to get the large form onto a hastily constructed stretcher made of rawhide and a strong sort of wood.
Within the next ten minutes, she answered questions, attached the sleigh and stretcher, and dug a ramp-tunnel like exit into the white expanse that was the north.
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Again short. I know. But at least its not on hold. Review. At least one from someone other my IRL friend Captain Rika Kitsuktai and I'll post the next chapter,
