The Stranger
Octavia did not hesitate. She plunged the first of her knives into the cat's right shoulder. Howling, it leaped off of her. Rolling on to her stomach, Octavia searched frantically for her other weapon. It had been knocked out of her hand during the tussle. Spotting it in a nearby shrub, Octavia crawled frantically towards it. But the she-cat was on her again. Filled with motherly fury, the knife wound had further enraged the animal. The weight of the beast pinned Octavia to the ground. She felt hot breath on the back of her neck as the feline prepared to clamp down, strangling her while severing major arteries and, eventually, breaking the bones in her neck. But, just as Octavia prepared for the bite, it was all over. She heard a hollow sound and then the beast was off of her.
Sitting up, Octavia saw that the cat had been pinned to a nearby tree by the force of a large arrow. Octavia expected to see Lincoln, but another form stood over her. Covered from head to toe in the camouflage gear of the Grounders and further encased in a large coat, Octavia could not make out who it was. The figure held out a hand to help Octavia to her feet. Once standing, and gulping in mouthfuls of air, Octavia peered through the opening of the face covering to see the stranger's eyes. Large, brown pools stared back. The stranger let go of Octavia's forearm and, after placing a bow on the ground, used the other hand to remove the mask. Octavia was greeted by the sight of a woman, of about her age, with a heart-shaped face and a nest of dark hair which escaped and curled around strong cheekbones before tumbling down her back.
"Luna?" Octavia gasped.
"Octavia," she replied, in English, her voice a soothing murmur. "I'd recognize your eyes anywhere. I've been waiting for you."
Before Octavia could question Luna, a shout from the others caused her to look away. The bear had been conquered. Lincoln had successfully mounted it and driven his sword in between the two heads, tearing a fleshly membrane which held the two halves of the beast together. Shouting triumphantly, he slid off the bear's back and joined the others on the ground.
Immediately, Lincoln sought Octavia. Sensing this, Octavia shouted and waved, "Lincoln!" His eyes caught hers and relief passed over his features as he began to run towards her. As he saw the other figure, he paused slightly in his gait. "Luna?"
Octavia was too far away to hear the words, but read his lips instead. Next to her, she heard a whispered reply. Luna called his name as she exhaled a great sigh of relief: "Lincoln." Then a shout escaped her rescuer's lips: "Lincoln!"
Octavia watched as Luna rushed headlong into Lincoln's arms, with only a slight hesitation before they embraced. They held each other for a long time.