In the ever increasing tragedy that is my life, my grandmother died. Not even 3 weeks after my uncle. Sorry about all the chapter delays. At least there is only a week and a half left of school. There will likely not be another chapter until finals are over May 11. Then I should be able to not have a tragedy happen for at least a few weeks and reorient my post-school schedule since we are still under shelter in place order. I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy.
I watched very warily as my little scruff ball growled and tussled with other little wolf pups. He really needed a name. Maybe Valdra since Tar-Mairon likes fire. He doesn't look like fire, but he does seem to be aggressive in playing. I wonder if Tar-Mairon would let me give him an English name. I glanced at Tar-Mairon. He was still speaking to two huge wolves. I couldn't help but wonder if they were the leaders or something. I thought back to fluff's name. Perhaps Valdra sounded too feminine for a boy wolf. I sighed deciding to think on it more later and ask Tar-Mairon if he could have an English name.
I walked around keeping an eye fluffy, but also looking at the other wolves. Most of them were enormous. As big as small horses and some even bigger. I was a bit scared to approach them and speak. Tar-Mairon said they wouldn't hurt me, but they were still really frightening. Yet also beautiful. The wolves here, despite being overly large and big, were perfectly proportioned.
"Ungo" I whispered as he trailed next to me lazily. I wanted walking lazily, but he was big enough that to match my pace was lazy walking for him. He let out a curious huff and waited. "Could you help me meet another wolf? I don't know what to say" I asked quietly. He did not say anything but slightly increased his speed into a trot. I followed nervously, but also excited.
I frowned as Ungo just flopped down and stretched out. I whispered his name patronizingly and he lolled his tongue out.
"they are curious enough about you to approach if you sit still. Come sit with me" Ungo said wagging his tail slightly. I acquiesced and leaned against Ungo. I ran an experimental hand down his soft fur and then scratched him. He stretched into it and I almost laughed. "Don't stop" I giggled at his slurred order and kept scratching. I spent a few minutes scratching Ungo as he contorted into various ways to be scratched all over and laughing at him.
"Look, little human, some are watching" Ungo said standing and shaking all his fur out before laying down again. I surveyed the room quickly so hopefully they would not notice me looking. Ungo was right. Quite a few were looking at us. Not all the looks seemed very friendly though. There were a couple curious looks, some studying looks, and one or two that were just downright hostile. Hopefully, they didn't come over.
"Will they come speak with me?" I whispered.
"Wolves have good hearing. Your whispering isn't doing anything small one" Ungo said motionlessly "and perhaps. I would expect the wolves will eventually want to know you because of your proximity to Tar-Mairon."
"Langon is here" I said without whispering this time and the devious Maia slipped into the room and headed towards Tar-Mairon. They hardly exchanged any words, but I saw Langon slipping something to Tar-Mairon before disappearing back the way he entered. I do not trust him. I trust Ungo more and he told me that he wanted to eat me. I wish that Airawende and I never came here.
I shook my head rapidly to avoid thinking negative thoughts. I could not stay in the past forever and I don't want to live life hating it. Tar-Mairon said he could teach me magic or something. Maybe I could be powerful like Tar-Mairon and then I'd be allowed to leave and see other things.
I cannot really say the fortress, per say, is boring, but I have not so much to do. The only reason its not boring is because I am always scared of being hurt and even of Tar-Mairon, who I live with, isn't really safe if I act out of line. But if Tar-Mairon teaches me to be strong then maybe I will not have to be afraid of other people anymore. I do not know if he would teach me enough magic to be able to defy him and I do not want to die.
"Do you think Tar-Mairon is having an important conversation?" I asked Ungo. Ungo opened an eye and looked at me.
"Are you going to go try and find out?" he huffed suspiciously with his eye glaring at me in warning.
"No" I muttered thinking about what would happen if I interrupted him. Maybe I wouldn't be able to talk for even longer amount of time. I scowled annoyed none of the wolves would approach me and Ungo. I looked over at Fluffy. What If I just called him Dagor? He seems to like battling the other little wolves. If Tar-Mairon says no for an English name then I'll call him Dagor.
"Hey Ungo, what do you think of Dagor as a name for my baby wolf?" I asked. I looked over and saw both of Ungo's eyes were closed again. I thought he may even be asleep until he responded.
"Will you take him to fight in many battles? To a war?" He asked sounding both drowsy and wise. I made a non-committal noise.
"Usually names are given for appearance, ability, and actions" Ungo explained.
"He's doing battle right now with other little wolfies" I argued laying my head down on Ungo's back.
"As long as he can back up his name and not be mocked for it" Ungo muttered finally. I smiled and closed my eyes feeling Ungo's warmth under his fur. We might be here a while and if the wolves don't approach then I might as well take a nap.