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Chapter 3: Fighting the wolves.
"Wake up, sleepyhead! How the heck can you sleep? We're under attack!" sounded a male voice angrily in her ear.
Talim opened groggy her nut brown eyes and looked right into Kilik's face: it had a expression between desperation and impatience. What's happening?
She sat up and stretched yawning. Her arms were reaching the ceiling of the tent. There wasn't much space in it but Talim liked it that way. It was easy to carry around and she didn't need more than that.
"You don't have to yell, you know. I would have heard you even if you just had whispered it. So tell me: who is attacking us?" she asked irritated by the harsh wakening.
But instead of getting an answer she was pulled out and stood confused in the cold and misty morning. Dark clouds hanged threatening a few miles away and announced that it could begin raining any time soon.
"What?-"she began but stopped, frozen to the place.
Even though the mist was quite thick, she could without difficulty see the outlines of nine big animals. It was wolves. White sharp teethes were flashed in an evil grin and a deep growl came from their throats. The ears laid hostile back to the furry heads.
Talim drew her elbow blades, which Kilik had thrown over to her. She watched carefully the crowd of wolves - especially the one, whom seem to be the leader wolf. In a book she had read on some of her journeys, there were uncountable warnings about these animals: They are unpredictable and sly. But all thanks to the leader, which is the strongest and wisest of them all.
Like a general for a fearless army she thought, Goosebumps crawling down her back.
"Hey! You ok? You look a little pale, Talim."
She nodded slowly and pushed the thought away. It wasn't the right time to get scared and forget to prepare you self. Now that she had gained control over her body once again, Talim reached out and called all winds to her even the most dangerous ones. They were important to her, if she should have a chance. Talim smiled satisfied. She was ready.
Talim managed to send Kilik a glance before the crowd of wolves jumped on them. She spanned around and slang a wind blow at the strength of a tornados though two greys and black wolves. Their yellow eyes opened in surprise and were thrown to the ground. They rose and ran away as if they knew she was far too strong for them.
She scared a few more and stood soon against the leader. There was no doubt. She had eye contact with the wolf and they weren't moving a nerve, just looking each other into the eyes as if they stubbornly tried to get the other part to surrender. Talim would never give in.
At last the wolf flied fast against her, but she was set – she cut its stomach open in the spring and it fell heavy on the top of her. The remaining wolves felt their leader's dead and ran over the prairie till they only werelittle dark dots.
Talim white clothes were soaked in the dead wolf's blood when she came over to Kilik. She was really unhappy. It had never been her intension to kill and it would never be.
Suddenly she felt something was wrong - with Kilik: He was kneeling. His shoulder long spiky brown hair was hiding his face.
"What's wrong, Kilik! Are you hurt?" she asked with worried nut brown eyes.
He didn't say anything but tried to stand up. He couldn't and fell forward to the ground. She ran as fast as she could.
Talim turned him around and stared shocked at his chest. There were four deep wounds and they seemed to have been bleeding a lot.
She attempted desperately to get him to his feet, but realized it was not going to happen. An idea crossed her mind.
"Winds, could you do me a favour? Bring him into the tent for me," she said and they obeyed.
She followed the unconscious person.
Continues…