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Prim: We're back, and I get my own point-of-view!

Gemralts: In this chapter, we introduce a new character, add some more plot and action, and top it off with fluff.

Ch. 8: Snow... Again?

"Hello, I am Verrater the Wise-Wolf of Rome."

Lawrence, Prim, and I are assigned to a special group. It is exclusive to us deities. Of the four in our squadron, my acquaintances make up three, while Verrater is the fourth.

"I am Holo the Wise-Wolf of Yoitsu."

"I am Lawrence the False-Wolf of Pasloe."

"Primrose the Shaman-Wolf of Yoitsu, nice to meet you!"

Verrater towers above Prim. He bends down to talk to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, too, Prim."

Lawrence examines, "It is hard to believe that you have came from Rome, the center of Christianity."

"You can see why I am fighting for us, then."

Lawrence chuckles. "Yes, it must have been hard to live in Rome. How did you survive?"

"Very carefully. I had to hide in the shadows all the time, waiting for the right moment to escape to safety away from the city."

Suddenly, my stomach growls. "Maybe we should discuss this over lunch?"

"Yes, I am a bit famished, too. We have been marching for some time," Verrater answers.

Lawrence says, "I would love to join, but I have other things to do."

"As I," says Prim.

"It will just be me and you, then," Verrater observes.

As we walk away from Prim and Lawrence, Verrater explains, "One day, I noticed there was an absence of the guards. Taking that opportunity, I was able to leave the city... for five minutes." His red-furred ears droop down. "I got captured and was tied to a stake."

I gasp.

"I was able to bite my captor and draw blood, though, and escape, but just barely. I got slashed and burned."

I tear up. "Your story is very sad..."

"Do you need a hug?"

"I *sniffle* s-should be the one a-asking you, but yes..." I feel Verrater's arms wrap around me. "Your story reminds me of my own..."

"Care to tell me?"

"I was traveling in the southern lands when I made a deal with a village called Pasloe. Every year, I would guarantee good harvest to them. There was a terrible consequence, though. I lived in isolation. Sure, I could have made new friends, but everytime, they died in a blink of an eye. I felt so alone, so isolated. I had nobody there for me, no friends, no family." I start bawling. Lawrence walks over and notices I am crying.

"Holo, is something wro-"

"Lawrence!" I yell. I launch myself at and hug him. "I-I d-don't want to b-be along again! I love you! D-don't leave me."

Lawrence pets my ears. "I love you, Holo. That is why I didn't and never will leave you."

I look up and look in his eyes. "Y-you must like me like this, so weak and vulnerable. Men like these things."

"I love you the way you are. You are Holo, my wise, witty, gluttonous, mean Holo."

I wipe the tears of my eyes. "That is who I am, is it not?"

"I love it all." He brings his lips to mine and caresses me. I enjoy the moment.

"Sorry to bother, but I am hungry, and lunch is almost over!" We both blush from Verrater's comment.

~POV-Primrose~

Holo has let herself slip. She didn't notice the faint sound of marching coming from the city that is a faint dot. I guess that it is a small band of soldiers, about 30 people. I decide not to bother her. Instead, I go over to the outskirts of the camp. There, the base for sentry operations lies.

The tent is guarded by a warrior. I say, "I need to see the officer in charge; I have some important information for him."

A large, burly guard responds in a deep voice, "Deodino has no time for conversing with a little... kit that is only here because her guardians insisted on bringing her.

Stomping my foot, I pout, "It's really important."

Unsympathetically, he says, "Not my problem."

"B-but I-" he stares at me threateningly. "Just let me speak to him."

I hear a yell from within the tent. "Just let her in, it's not like I have anything important to do!"

The guards grumble and let me through. The room is empty except for a table, some chairs, and a shelf containing assorted items. Deodino takes an apple and offers it to me. I automatically take and eat the apple.

Deodino looks much like his guard, except his expression is much more friendly. "What is it that you want to tell me, Prim? If you are bored, I can give you some toys, or I can send someone to get Holo for you," he says.

"No, no. It's nothing like that. This is something more serious. There is a group of 30 soldiers that will arrive in half an hour."

He looks at me quizzically. "They would be very hard to spot with a scope, let alone with the naked eye."

"I heard them," I respond blatantly, pointing to the protruding body parts on the top of my head. Deodino looks unconvinced. "Just ask your sentries about it."

"If they saw anything, they would notify me immediately," he states. I am about to complain when a sentry rushes into the tent with a certain piece of information. Deodino looks at me, surprised. "I guess you were right." He directs his attention to the sentry. "Organize twenty archers and twenty footmen to intercept them."

"I want to come, too."

"You are too young. It is nice that someone your age shows initiative, but a battle is no place for children." He heads toward the exit, but I block him.

"I insist." He tries to move around me. "I insist."

Deodino sighs, "Fine, I submit, you can come. Just don't get in the way."

Thinking I was out of range, he whispers to one of the footmen, "Look after her; make sure she is safe."

~S&W~

After ten minutes of walking, we hide from the view of the opposing force. I say to Deodino, "If you tell your troops to stay here, I could take them out myself. That would eliminate any casualties on our side."

"A noble idea, but you would only get killed out there. I like that you are enthusiastic, but, truthfully, you can't do much."

My guard takes me farther away from the rest of the soldiers. Seeing that I could get there before Deodino does anything, I slip away from my guard unnoticed.

As I approach the enemy, I can hear gasps coming from both sides. The leader questions, "What have those rotten Pagans done to you, little girl?"

I smile and answer, "Nothing, I'm just here to destroy your band of attackers."

There is a mixture of laughter about my inability to do anything, to horror of what my "demonic" powers could do.

At once, they come after me. The troops on my side also start running towards the fight to "defend" me. I knock two men out with my fists and grab a knife. Finally realizing what I can do, the leader orders his people to not hold back. They decide to pile up on me. Bad idea. I block every blow and give a deadly counter. Eventually, I get surrounded. I do a simple back-flip and stab another one in the back. After I kill the last underling, I turn my attention to the fleeing superior, dozens of yards away. I throw the knife and hit him dead on.

The people who were supposed to be "defending" me are staring, mouths agape. I dust my bloodless body off and say, "I told you so."

Suddenly, I feel pain. Not from myself, but from an external source. Holo, I think. "Bye," I say to the men before running off. What have you gotten yourself into, now, Holo?

I relived a terrifying experience. It made me very emotional.

Are you okay, now? I hope Lawrence comforted you.

Yes, he did. Where were you?

Just taking a walk. I am hungry, now. Did you save any food for me?

No...

~POV-Holo~

Our connection goes both ways, it seems. I know your true reason for leaving. While you were busy destroying one group of soldiers, another one was coming towards the back of the encampment. We didn't think they would get us from behind, so we didn't spot them until they were almost right next to us. Unfortunately for them, our 'gunmen' killed them almost instantly. One escaped, though, and, now, they know our secret weapon. And that is why I couldn't get you any food...

More like you were being a 'gluttonous wolf'.

It doesn't matter; dinner is almost here.

~S&W~

After dinner, Prim is very tired and goes sleep. Lawrence and I decide to watch the stars, tonight. Sadly, only the almost-full moon can be seen. From behind the clouds, the moon is but a dim white blur amongst a sea of darkness.

I say, "There isn't much to watch."

"There is one thing that is beautiful to see, this evening," he responds, motioning towards me.

"Thank you..." I say, "... Why aren't you doing it?"

"Hmm?"

Sighing from his lack of knowledge, I tell him, "This is when you should kiss me."

"Oh..." He gives me a light peck on the lips. "Better?"

"Much." I notice something falling from the clouds. "Look," I say, "Snow!"

Gemralts: And that marks the beginning of the Wolf and Transformation Christmas Special!

Prim: Yay!

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Prim: Your begging has finally driven them away.

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