Wolf and Yoitsu
Somewhere in Europe 1945
Holo and Malik did their best at teaching Dmitri how to act in his wolf side. Despite Holo's knowledge of the Chechen, she was surprised at what he knew. Malik knew everything about wolves. How they hunt, how they groom themselves, how they communicate, everything. For this reason, Holo had Malik teach Dmitri in such things. She merely watched the two and ate the apples that the red army seemed to have a surplus of. If needed to, Holo would correct or help Malik; however, this was done only twice. Once was because Holo wanted to teach Dmitri a secret of wolves that Malik knew nothing of. The other time, Holo had a better explanation than Malik. Holo had to admit she was drawn to the Chechen, almost like she loved him. Malik knew this, and always showed Holo his ring and remind her of his wife. Holo, of course, would act hysterical.
To Dmitri, what he was learning felt like it was being pounded into him. Early on, he would resist, slowing down the learning process. Holo and Malik often had to rely on unique tactics to keep Dmitri in line. For Holo, this called for exerting her dominance on him. For Malik, this meant showing Dmitri the situation the pup was in. Over time, Dmitri began to submit to Holo and Malik. Holo was the first to notice, when she noticed Dmitri spoke to her in wolf tongue. Later, Malik noticed this when Dmitri would find alternative ways around Malik's tests. The two were proud at how Dmitri was coming along.
For Sasha, what Holo and Malik did was little concern to him. When the three came back, Sasha would have a fire ready. Other than that, Sasha just slept in his drunken comatose state. The only other time he was awake was when Dmitri and Holo asked the other questions. He would always listen to the two.
"Dmitri, can you tell me what you exactly did in Stalingrad?" Holo questioned Dmitri while she groomed his fur. She was now grooming his fur more than her own. Dmitri liked the pampering, but this did little to sharpen his answer from its bluntness.
"What is there to say. We met Malik, stalked around Stalingrad, found a PTRD, killed some Germans…Holo, nothing really exciting happened there," Dmitri answered. Holo sighed, as she knew she would never get such true answer from Sasha.
"Guns have dulled the glory and valor of war," Holo answered.
"How so?" Dmitri asked.
"Well it used to be that men would fight each other in close combat. You had to worry about not only the person you were fighting, but your comrades as well. Plus, the fights were glorious, as blood and sweat melded with steel. Now, all one has to do pull a trigger and watch the man die. There is no strategy or brains needed in such fighting."
"Says the sniper," Sasha commented. Holo gave him a look.
"At least I try to make things interesting by hiding and stalking my kills like a hunter"
"So does Malik," Dmitri responded. Holo lifted Dmitri by the nape of his neck.
"SO you wish to debate with the wise wolf. I have one stipulation. If I win, you must fully explain what happened in Stalingrad. If you win, you can ask me any question and I will answer it," Holo offered.
"Deal, now, put me down Holo," Dmitri replied back. Holo just stood up.
"Only when you have finished your point will I place you on the ground. Now, Begin," Holo said into Dmitri's eyes.
"Holo, you say that there are more tactics needed. True the rifle is a simple minded weapon. That does not mean there is no valor or bravery in using it. Remember when you used that PTRD at Kursk? Every time you disabled a tank, me and Sasha would run up to the tank and throw molotovs into it. That takes bravery and tactics Holo. And what about Leningrad? We stayed in that house for more than an hour while you sniped that sniper. Lastly, when we were in Berlin, we required bravery to run up to the AT gun, and use it to weaken a hole for Chekov to drive through. Face it Holo, we had as much bravery and strategy that warriors needed when they used swords and clubs," Dmitri debated. Holo smiled.
"You done well for a young wolf, most experienced humans would have faltered at my questions. After hearing you, I see that there is more in me then I expected," Holo said as she hugged the wolf pup. She sat down next to the fire with Dmitri.
"I cannot wait for you to get larger and start mating," Holo, then, giggled. "I just hope you're as strong as you bark," she teased. Dmitri blushed at the thought.
"But Holo, couldn't I do the same thing you did? You yourself mated with a human," Dmitri said.
"True, but the wolf in him was dormant 'till I took care of him," Holo said as she held the pup. Dmitri pushed out of his head images of Holo mating. Once he had removed the majority of the mental images, Dmitri asked his question.
"Holo, the story ends with you reaching Yoitsu. What happened afterwards?" Dmitri questioned. Holo's mood changed; she had expected that question.
"So you want to know what happened, very well. But to know what happened when we reached Yoitsu, you need to know the details before we arrived. Also, while I speak, do not interrupt me," Holo said and began her story.
Holo rested in the back of the cart, wishing she had some apples or alcohol.
"Lawrence, when do we stop?" she asked. Lawrence sighed.
"Holo, you know these lands better than I do. But, if the trader's guild is correct, there are only settlements and tribal people around," Holo sighed, again.
"Well, we can stop for apples, can we not?" she sarcastically asked. Lawrence, again, sighed.
"Holo, I bought all those apples for you. You're telling me you ate them all?" Holo just smiled.
"Kraft Lawrence, a wolf like me must eat her fill. Otherwise, we get antsy. I thought you knew this," Holo said. Lawrence, again, sighed. He knew better than to argue with Holo.
"But, to answer your question, we are getting close to the village," Holo said. Lawrence hoped she was right. He was so close at getting rid of the deity and getting back to his life of being solitary.
"Solitary," Lawrence thought. He knew from Holo that she hated this way; that being alone was the worst thing to happen to a wolf. He was feeling the same.
"She has grown on me, and I guess I have grown on her. But it would never work, we live in separate worlds. I am a trader, and she is a wolf. We travel long distances, but that's it. There is nothing else keeping us together," he thought. Holo went to the front of the wagon and sat next to Lawrence.
"Something is troubling you, Lawrence, and I know what it is." Lawrence looked at Holo.
"SO you know, too," Lawrence sadly said. Holo simply looked at the snow.
"We have traveled together for at least two years. And I must say Lawrence, it was indeed fun while it lasted," Holo said. Lawrence stopped the cart. "It was something I said, was it not?"
"Yes. For the past two years, I have been keeping the Church from killing you. Because of this, I have lost profits, almost lost connections with companies. I almost lost my entire carrier. All because you just happened to find a loophole in a pact you made so many years ago." The voice Lawrence had was calm, yet anger could be heard as well. Holo picked up on this.
"So that is what you see me as, a burden. Tell me Lawrence, who was there to when the coinage value was being lowered. Or when you lost money on a weapons deal, or when you were in debt. Please enlighten me," Holo asked.
Lawrence grunted, "You were." Holo smiled
"Now, I admit that I have some tastes in nice clothing and such. But, that is to be expected from a woman and a wolf. We like to look good, and besides Lawrence." Holo lifted Lawrence's face to face her. "I did it for you," she said with a smile. Lawrence looked at Holo, then, back to the road. Holo then became furious and slapped Lawrence.
"Holo, what was that for?" Lawrence demanded. Holo stood up.
"For two years, I have dropped hints of my feelings. I accepted your bluntness and rather crude reactions to them, since you obviously did not see the true intentions. But when I told you directly, you still act like a fool! What do you care about Lawrence? Only trading and traveling. You never have the time to slow down and live life to the fullest," Holo barked.
"Holo, this is my occupation, this is my life. I have spent my whole life perfecting my trade," Kraft answered. Holo stared at Lawrence.
"Perfected! You have hardly done so. What happens when you buy that store? All alone in there, counting your stock and profits. Eventually you will forget to even look at women wanting to be with you. No wait, you already lost that part of your humanity," she yelled. Lawrence was taken aback.
"I have not. What about Norah?" he barked.
"We have not encountered her since we smuggled gold and you still long for her. Are you blind trader?" Holo asked, rhetorically. She turned around and hoped off the cart.
"Holo, what are you doing?" a curious Lawrence asked. Holo turned around.
"For two years we have been together, and two years I have shown my love to you. And what do you do? You act like a fool!" She, then, turned around. "I thought you were wiser than most men, but it seems that I was wrong. You know nothing!" Lawrence jumped to disembark from the wagon.
"Holo WAIT!" he pleaded as ran after the deity. He tripped on some snow that had frozen to ice. Just as Holo turned around, Lawrence landed on her, sending the two falling down a snow bank. They tumbled for a second or two before they opened their eyes. Looking at each other, they noticed where their bodies where. Holo was on top, while Lawrence was on the bottom. They both blushed as they stared into each other's eyes. Holo made the first move.
"Unhand me you childish, clumsy fool," Holo commanded. As she was about to get up, Holo felt Lawrence bringing her closer to his body. "Lawrence, I said….."
Before Holo could finish, Lawrence had moved in and kissed Holo. It wasn't a slow kiss, but one that indicated he needed Holo. Holo was surprised and allowed Lawrence the kiss. When they were done, Lawrence looked into Holo's eyes.
"Holo, I…I love you. I don't know how I would survive without you," he said. Holo was dumbstruck for a moment, and then her anger disappeared.
"It took you long enough," she smiled in a sarcastic tone. Lawrence just stared at her.
"You are indeed confusing Holo. First you berate me for not loving you. And when I say I love you, you just shrug it off like it is some kind of everyday occurrence." Holo looked at Lawrence and smiled. She leaned her forehead on his.
"That is what makes us complement each other. We are two sides of a coin Lawrence. We complete each other." She moved closer to Lawrence so their bodies felt they were completing each other.
"More importantly, we are male and female. Together we are the foundations of life," Holo said. Lawrence blushed at what Holo was implying.
"You want to mate with me, correct?" he asked. Holo giggled, something Lawrence did not see often from the Deity.
"No, Lawrence, I want more than mating. Mating just requires two beings of the opposite sex. Once we procreate, there is little love. No, what I want is something more. Something makes me, no wait us, feel not like simple whores once we are done. Lawrence, I want you to wed me. I want you to make me yours," she said. Lawrence was dumbstruck. What Holo was asking was more than he could provide. What she wanted, they would have to do in a church, and the Church was not on good terms with them.
"Holo, there's a problem," Lawrence answered.
"I am aware."
"Then, who do you plan to have a wedding?" Lawrence asked. Holo thought a moment. Suddenly, her hat slightly moved. She sensed something.
"Lawrence, get up and prepare your sword. We have company," she said as she got up. Lawrence did as Holo instructed. The two waited, prepared for whatever was coming. What arrived was not what the two expected. In front of them was a man wearing a monk's robes. He wore the robes with his hood up to keep the cold out. He also had on winter boots and a large Rosary around his neck.
"Are you two lost?" the man asked. Holo noticed the man was no threat, and Lawrence sheathed his sword.
"No, we were merely having an argument that is all," Lawrence said. Holo stepped on his foot.
"I see. Tell me, where are you two heading?" The monk asked. Holo looked at the old man, and let her foot off of Lawrence's.
"We are heading towards Yoitsu," she answered. The priest looked at the two.
"Yoitsu is gone. It has been for years. All that is left is the name of the area," the priest simply said. Holo was dumbstruck, and went to her knees.
"How long ago?" she asked while panting. Lawrence had never seen the deity like this.
"Well before my time child. In fact, I am surprised any one remembers that village. I only know it because of the legends of the tribes that travel in these parts." The priest went to his knees and placed a hand on Holo. Holo began to sob.
"It is okay my child. We all long to see our ancestral lands. I want to see Jerusalem, but the Muslims prevent this," he comforted. Holo kept sobbing.
"Where can we rest? I have a cart with goods in it," Lawrence said.
"I have a small hut. It should be large enough to house all of us. The horses and wagon will have to stay outside," he said as he helped Holo up. She continued to cry.
"There there child. Father Grigori is here," he said to Holo. Lawrence led Grigori to the wagon. From there, he followed the priest to a small hut. Truth to the father's word, it would barely house the three.
"So, tell me. What is a priest doing this far north? I thought there was a large pagan presence here," Lawrence asked. Grigori stirred the soup he was making.
"Most of the Pagans converted long ago. Turns out all you need is a king with a large army of Christians to do that," the priest explained.
"Tell me father, was there a pagan goddess named Holo?" Holo asked. The Father looked at Holo.
"Not sure, I do not mess in those things," he said. Holo was slightly relieved. This meant most people would not recognize her. Lawrence sat back in his chair.
"Grigori, that is not a name you hear often these parts. Are you a Muscovite?" Lawrence questioned. Holo was confused.
"Yes, I am. It has been a long time since I have been called that," the priest said. He began to place the soup in bowls and hand the bowls to Holo and Lawrence. It was potato soup.
"So tell me, you are a trader? Are you heading towards town?" the priest asked. Lawrence stopped his eating and looked at the Father.
"I was not aware of a town. I knew of settlements, not towns," Lawrence said. Holo listened to the priest to pick up on any lying.
"Most people never reach the town, due to the distance. Most go to a small trading village, and, then, have the guide travel the rest of the way. Unfortunately, this settlement is nothing more than an ale house, inn, some houses, and the guild house. No shops to trade in," the Father said. Lawrence began to smile. Holo sighed.
"Lawrence, I know what you are thinking, and it is not a good one"
"Why not, we would have a monopoly."
"Yes, but we would have to supply ourselves overtime. Plus the goods that come in would be varied at times," Holo said. Still, Lawrence held his hopes high. The Father was confused.
"What are you two talking about?" Lawrence looked at the priest.
"I have had dreams of owning a store. Now that I have heard about this town, they will be true." Lawrence began to think about the store, how he would furnish it, how he would sell produce. Holo sighed.
"And short," she said. Lawrence looked at Holo
"Well it is a sacrifice I am willing to take," he said. Holo stood up.
"And what about me Lawrence? Am I part of this dream?" she asked. Lawrence was taken aback. He never thought about it. Now that he did, he wanted the wolf to be a part of it.
"Yes," he replied. Holo hugged Lawrence, as she was now the happiest wolf in the world.
"Would you like me to wed you two?" the priest asked. Before Lawrence could speak, Holo nodded enthusiastically.
"Holo, slow down," Lawrence said. Holo didn't care. She was finally going to have Lawrence to herself. No one was going to take her Lawrence form her. That is, until she felt the cap she wore taken off. The two looked at the priest, who was in turn holding the cap.
"Jesus, my lord, what on earth are you?" The priest said in fear as he stared at Holo. It took time for Holo to realize what had happened.
"Please, I can explain," she said. The priest took a torch and began to wave it in front of the two.
"IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER AND SUN AND THE HOLY GHOST I CAST THE DEMONS FROM THIS MAIDEN!" he chanted over and over again. Holo began to become frightened. Her one shot at marrying Lawrence was ruined. Lawrence took his sword and swashed the torch.
"STOP THIS, YOU ARE SCARING HER!" Lawrence said as he held Holo tighter. The priest walked back away from the two.
"Why does she have ears of a wolf? None of God's chosen have that," he said.
"Because I am Holo the Wise Wolf of Yoitsu. I am what one might say a goddess," Holo said.
"Blasphemy! There can be only one God!" the priest asserted.
"WELL SO WHAT!" Lawrence yelled. Holo wanted to slap him.
"So what? SO WHAT? She is a heresy to the Church and must be destroyed," the priest said. Holo walked forward.
"Then, I renounce the title of goddess," she said. Both Lawrence and Grigori where confused.
"This title of mine has brought great grief to many. So, I shall renounce it. As far as you are concerned, I am not a goddess."
"Then what are you?" the priest demanded. Holo walked back and held Lawrence as she brought him forward.
"I am this man's fiancé, and you will wed me to him," she demanded.
"Holo, this is too much," Lawrence said.
"No, it is not. I am tired of this nonsense about me being a heretical being. It is madness, and I want it to stop," she sighed. Grigori walked forward.
"I will wed you two on a few stipulations," he said.
"Name the price," Lawrence said. Grigori looked at Holo.
"This all for her. First, you must forever renounce the title of goddess, as well as goddess of whatever. Second, you are to never cheat on Lawrence. Lastly, you must baptize your children Catholic. Do you understand?" the priest asked. Holo nodded. She felt being stripped of herself, yet she felt like Lawrence was filling, and overflowing, the gap the priest made.
"Is that all?" Holo asked.
"Yes. And in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, I pronounce you husband and wife," Grigori half-heartedly said.
"Now, then, eat. The soup is getting cold," the priest said as he sat down on his cot and began to pray. To him, this was too much.
"Oh, come on now. Be happy father. You have just converted a pagan," Holo said with a smile. The priest mumbled something under his breath.
"You priests confuse me. First, you say you want to convert the pagans. Yet when you do, you are not happy," Holo observed.
Lawrence placed his hand on Holo's hand. She got the idea, and closed her mouth. She began to eat the soup, which by then had become cold. She said nothing as she ate the food. She had insulted the priest enough with her rather short wedding and the fact that his religion was turned on his heels with her existence. She hoped the man would let her and Lawrence stay. Grigori did, though Holo noticed he was rather angered by having Holo in his little hut.
When morning came, Lawrence and Holo bid the priest good bye. As they left, Holo noticed the priest was happier. Holo wondered if he had some dream that reassured him of Holo's existence. Or maybe he was just happy to get rid of Holo. It mattered little to Holo as she had her Lawrence now. The two said nothing as they rode the cart to the small village that the priest spoke of. Looking around, Lawrence was perplexed that such settle could survive.
"Stop gawking like a child, Lawrence. It is not professional," Holo commented. Lawrence smiled and looked at Holo.
"I see that even after becoming my wife, you still have your wit," Lawrence batered back. Holo just chuckled.
"I may be Holo the wife of Lawrence, but I still am Holo the wise wolf of Yoitsu. You should know this, husband," Holo said.
Lawrence smiled. To tell the truth, he liked Holo's wit, it certainly made life more interesting at times. Holo laid her head on Lawrence's shoulder, much like how a wife would to a husband. She wished she would lay her tail on Lawrence's lap, but that would have brought upon unneeded attention. Holo knew that she and Lawrence did not want to be burned for being heretics after coming this far in the journey. The wagon stopped in front of a storefront, one that indicated it was empty. Lawrence looked at the store and smiled. It was smaller than what he wanted, but for such town, it was large enough.
"Really, Lawrence, this is the lot you want. Seems rather small," Holo commented as she looked at the building.
"Well, we most likely will be the only ones in town with a shop, so any size is large enough for me. Besides, this looks like a combination of a house and shop. A great combination for our current relationship. In addition, it is two stories."
"Our rooms will not interfere with the shop, and I see an area for the wagon," Holo continued.
"Right, so we don't need to pay rent on a lot in a stable," Lawrence continued, as well. Both smiled, as they now realized they were thinking alike. Holo laughed at the irony that a wolf and a trader would think so similarly. As they examined the building's exterior, a door opened.
"What do you want?" the voice said with a cough.
"I was wondering if we may purchase this building" Lawrence said, ready to do business. Holo was also ready, as she wanted the building.
"You buy. You make me laugh. The building has been in my family for years. Plus, we don't need a store, we have the guild to buy supplies," the man argued with a cough.
"Sir, this building is in a serious state of repair. It would be profitable to sell, would it not?" Holo inquired.
"I care little on the state of this shop. I will not sell to you, because I know you will use it as a store."
"Then, why do you not want to sell to traders. Seems rather waste of a property, especially considering this building was meant to be a store," Lawrence stated.
"The guild has been good to store owners that do set up. The problem is that there no suppliers close to the area. Most people bypass this village entirely," the man answered. He had another cough. Holo sensed something more.
"Lawrence, be careful, something about this man is not right," Holo said. Lawrence nodded.
"Then, we will supply from the guild, or travel to another town to supply," Lawrence stated. The man laughed.
"That is a stupid idea, traveling a long distance to supply. No money made." Holo was becoming certain this man did not own the building. She got a glimpse of him and saw that he was a vagrant, squatting in the house.
"Sir, may I ask for some kind of documents showing you own the building?" Holo asked. Lawrence looked at his wife with shock.
"Holo, you know better." Holo merely smiled at her husband's comment, as she needed not an answer.
"I…I ….I….well damn you. I need not show you anything," the man said. This was getting the attention of other people, including the owner.
"Otis, is that you. Get out of there before I skin you alive." A man screamed as he ran out from the ale house. Otis quickly ran out of the building and out of town.
"I am sorry, that man always seems to rest in that building often. I believe he is a member of one of the tribes, but they kicked him out," the owner explained.
"Well, then. Allow me to introduce ourselves. I am Lawrence, and this is my wife…" Holo interrupted Lawrence.
"His lovely wife Holo," she teased. Lawrence blushed a little, and the man laughed.
"A couple I see. Very rarely does a traveling trader have a wife, the man said.
"Well we have just married after many traveling. Let us, however, get to business. My husband and I would like to purchase this building. What is your price?"Holo asked. The man thought a moment.
"I am not well with the current coinage. I am, however, well with the value of items. What is it that you have to trade?" the man inquired. Lawrence showed the contents of his cart. Mostly spice and some pelts.
"Not much. Well you are lucky that I am trying to get out of this village. I will take the whole lot," the man said. Both Lawrence and Holo were astonished at what the man said.
"Sir, I feel as if I am swindling you. These spices and pelts, even together, do not have the coinage amount to buy a building," Lawrence said. The man just snickered.
"Up here, it does. Look, this town is dying. I need to get out while I can. If that means selling low, so be it. I have the documents of ownership here," the man said. Lawrence shrugged. For such a building at this price, it was practically stealing. But Lawrence did not want to pass up on a deal. The two shook hands and traded there goods. In the end, Lawrence and Holo had the building. Once they parked the wagon, the two entered the building to look inside.
"Looks good, not much damage to the building. Sturdy build," Lawrence commented. Holo looked at the squatter's mess.
"True, but we still have that man's mess in here," she said as she kicked a small keg. Lawrence just laughed.
"An easy job, compared to having the shop ready," Lawrence said. Holo explored more. The store part of the building was small. She laid her hand on the counter. She examined the shelves on the other side of the counter. She could tell that they were done by a master craftsman. Lawrence opened a door, and walked into a small hallway. To his right was a small store room, perfect for storing goods and food. He climbed the stairs to the second story. He was more impressed with this area.
"Three rooms, perfect for bedrooms and storage," he commented.
"Storage? Please Lawrence, we should think about using them as a guest room. We can make more income with an occupant living in the room," Holo argued as he walked up the stairs.
"True, but we need storage for personal items. Plus, having a stranger living near the family is not the greatest idea," Lawrence said. Holo smiled.
"If you say so," she complied. She, then, looked into one of the rooms and smiled.
"It seems we also have some beds already available. Less we must purchase," she observed. Lawrence also noticed this.
"We still have the back, Holo. I noticed a chimney, but no hearth. So it must be back in a room behind the store front," Lawrence said. Holo grumbled. She wanted to sleep with her husband so that she could have him as her husband. The two stepped down the stairs into what looked like a dining room. They could tell it was such do to the table and chairs. They made no comment on the room. They opened another door and saw a rather large kitchen. The two were perplexed that such a building would have this kind of kitchen.
"So that is where the hearth is. Or rather, stove" Lawrence said.
"To bad neither of us knows how to cook to fully utilize this room," Holo said. Lawrence became disheartened by this fact, but it did little to change his spirits. He bought a shop to sell goods, not to sell cooked goods. Still, what a waste.
"Who knows, Holo, maybe one of our children will be a great cook," Lawrence chuckled.
"A cook from a wolf and a trader. Clearly, your traveling days in the sun have baked your mind Lawrence," Holo joked. The two laughed. Lawrence looked outside and was shocked. It was already getting dark. Holo saw this as well.
"The days can become shorter in the winter. Not to mention the sun often set earlier at some points of the day," Holo yawned.
"I suppose," Lawrence said. Holo began to drape herself on Lawrence.
"Husband, I am tired. May we, please, rest? It has been a long day," Holo said in rather seductive voice. Lawrence picked up on this. He lifted Holo off the ground, and held her.
"Why, Lawrence, you are acting a little more adventurous than usual. Maybe, you have some wolf's blood in you after all," Holo said cuddling near her husband's chest. Lawrence smiled.
"Maybe, I do, maybe I don't. Let us find out," he said as he went up the stairs to the rooms. Now, normally Holo would want be slow and tease Lawrence. Tonight, however, she didn't want to waste time with the foreplay. They had two years of such actions, and now she wanted to commit to Lawrence in ways she could not tell him. The two lay on the bed. Slowly, the clothes came off. The two finally committed to each other in not only agreement, but in action.
Dmitri listened to the story diligently, as did Malik.
"What happened after you two, well you know," Dmitri asked. Holo giggled.
"Oh you know. Months later I had my first child, a son named Alfonse. Two years later, I had another child, a daughter named Susi," Holo said as she remembered both times she gave life to the children.
"What happened to them?" Malik asked. Now Holo became sad.
"On the tenth anniversary of my Marriage, Lawrence brought home some honey pickled peaches. The barrel the peaches were in was infected with some kind of worm. It killed my husband and son. As for Susi, she later learned to use her wolf side. Unfortunately, she was killed by a hunter. I killed that man, though it might have been the fact that I was pregnant that I acted in such a way," she told the two. Dmitri looked at his relative.
"And that child was my ancestor, right?" he asked.
"Correct, I never knew him, as I gave him up to some travelers. The child reminded me too much of Lawrence," Holo said. Malik placed a hand on Holo's shoulder.
"It's okay. At least, you know he survived to have Dmitri as a descendant," Malik comforted the deity. Holo smiled.
"True. I just wish I knew his wife," she said. Once the three had finished their talking, they boarded the truck. Holo held onto Dmitri, and petted his fur. Dmitri liked this, and licked Holo's hand.
"Soon, we will reach Yoitsu, and we will be home," Holo said. Dmitri gave a yelp of happiness.
Post comments in the review section, its really uplifting to me to read reviews. Even if the review hurts me. I need the truth so I can improve on the stroy. Also, we only have three more chapters to go. Seems rather amazing I have gotten this far in such a short time. But I digress. I thank Gemralts for Betareading this chapter, and for accepting my OCs.