Snowfur and Slavka – A Clan Roleplay

Chapter 2

Snowfur lay his head on his paws and thought about Slavka. He was very grateful of his welcome to stay in her pack. But he didn't want to go near the other wolves, they didn't seem to care as much. But he enjoyed the company of Slavka. He hoped that she enjoyed his company too.

Slavka walked through the pack's dens and trotted slowly down to the river, where she dipped her head and lapped up the water thirstily, like if she had been without it for a sun or more. Once she got to raise her head again, she began to think about Snowfur, and why his appearance stirred those weird feelings inside her.

Snowfur slept for quite some time, then stretched his legs and trotted out of the den cautiously. He sniffed around then ran to the river. Slavka! He yipped happily and stood next to her.

The leader she wolf turned around only to see Snowfur, and she had to smile, against her own will. She turned away from the river, facing him. Well, nice to see you again, Snowfur. Had your rest?

Snowfur nodded. Yes! He yipped. You look... Never mind... He stopped himself from expressing his feelings. He pawed the earth, embarrassed then trotted a pace or two away and turned his back.

Slavka now just couldn't hide a smile, and she padded up to his side, her fur brushing past his as she stopped in front of him: Never mind how I look like. Would you hunt with me? With those words, the alpha appeared almost cub-like, a reflection to the happiness she never had.

Snowfur nodded then looked at her and smiled as her fur brushed his. He trotted over the river and listened for prey. Have you ever hunted on the ice? He asked her, trying to change the topic.

Slavka shook her head. No, that is one of the many things I haven't done. I don't trust the element of ice anymore. She flicked her ears, but the only thing she could hear was an auroch. A prey too big even for two strong wolves.

Oh, it's much easier than in the forest. He explained, using his own opinion. He flicked his ears cautiously as an auroch reached his senses. What is that strange scent? He asked her, having never seen an auroch before.

Slavka raised her muzzle and scented the breeze again, just to make sure. When done, she replied: An auroch, the biggest of the Lera in this forest. Lera is the timber wolf word for wild animals, that aren't wolf. Well, auroch is the biggest of them, and even a whole wolf pack can hardly bring it down.

Snowfur shivered but stood high on his haunches. I don't know. Maybe I can take it down! He said heading for the auroch, running fast.

Slavka growled lowly and sprang after him, her respect for him immediately crushing. How could he dare going for an auroch alone?! Did he want to go to the Otherworld so soon? They weren't keeping downwind of the creature, and it soon spotted Snowfur, bellowing madly, crashing towards him.

Snowfur stopped. It was much bigger than he could have ever imagined. He looked at Slavka. Maybe not! He yipped then started running away from the large creature

The auroch bellowed and Slavka growled lowly again, leaping onto its path, trying to lure it away from Snowfur, barking to the pack to come and help. She weaved between the trees as a silent shadow, the giant auroch thundering after her, bellowing still, until the wolves came to her help, with Slavka ordering an attack. They leapt onto the body of the large creature as one, bringing it down with lots of wounds being torn in their bodies by the mad auroch, with two wolves dying.

The beast lay still on the ground, staring into the sky with its empty, blind eyes. Slavka approached it and cried. May your souls find a place with Fenris, Lera.

Snowfur stood close to Slavka, feeling responsible. He looked at the two wolves that died. This is my fault. He muttered and his tail drooped. He sniffed around the carcass and whimpered. He made a loud howl up into the Up, singing his song, so it could be hear by the entire forest.

The wolves of the pack howled as well, singing to the forest about their lost pack brothers while the two strongest wolves in the pack carried the two bodies away. Slavka didn't howl, she just stood watching.

Snowfur looked at Slavka. You can call me a coward, but I don't deserve to be here! He yipped to her then sprinted off into the forest, with no planned destination.

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Slavka let him go, but she looked after him carefully, a strange pain gripping her heart. When two of her scout wolves wanted to run after him, she shook her silvery head. No. Let him be. He should think that he has caused death of a Lera by his headstrong temper. She said that, but was thinking other, so when all the pack members were gone, she whispered to herself, and to him, even though he couldn't hear her. By Fenris, you're more than a coward to me. Come back. Please.

As he run away from Slavka. He felt an urge to just run back to her, but he thought that she wouldn't accept him back into her open paws. He stopped then rested under the branches of a large oak tree.

Slavka waited a few more moments, then padded back to the dens with her pack. Everything seemed empty now that Snowfur wasn't there, even though she had just met him a day ago. Now, her worries seemed just to load onto her shoulders, with the leadership being first. When she came to the dens, she just collapsed under the chestnut tree and fell asleep again.

After he rested he got up and mumbled to himself: I have to go back... But he didn't know how they would react if he returned. He crept back up to the den slowly, and hid in the trees, as he did when he first met Slavka.

The night was short, and when Slavka woke up, almost the whole pack was already on the morning hunt. Just as she got up to check on Snowfur, she had to remind herself painfully that he wasn't there. He was gone. Gone from her life before he even really enter.

Snowfur came out from the trees once the pack was on their hunt. He saw Slavka and trotted over to her carefully. He stopped in front of her then lowered his head, but still admiring her. Sorry. He yipped quietly.

Slavka was more than surprised when he came back, and she couldn't do anything else but lick his face with one long lick, so happy she was. Welcome back!

But before she could welcome him properly, smoke started to raise from the forest, and red light was blazing through. Wildfire! Slavka growled, in panic. Run!