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piosenniel · 01-10-2003, 08:18 PM

Only four Wolves were left of the pack that had come into Chetwood Forest. Four Wolves and the two Wargs. Carchmoroth had seen the flare of the torches that the men bore coming dangerously close to them. And he did not relish the thought of being pinned between them and the blades, arrows, and axes of the hunting party. He sent a short series of deep barks across the battlefield, gathering the Wolves in.

Between the two lines of foe they ran, through the underbrush, making for the northwestern border of the forest. To the place called Fornost, as Men called it. There to regroup with Dûrêl and the Wolves who remained with her.

Pushing hard they came to their lair among the rocky ledges at the southern end of the North Downs. Too tired to hunt, they rested, licking their wounds. Dûrêl did not return until well into the next day, and no Wolves were with her. Her side was bloodied and she limped from the blow to her haunch.

She lay down, exhausted from battle and loss of blood, near her brother, cradling her head on his flank. Day passed into evening. Carchmoroth and two of the less injured Wolves trotted silently down from the ledge, heading west. They would hunt, and then the pack would feed, and make their plans.

01-10-2003, 08:18 PM	#99
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Only four Wolves were left of the pack that had come into Chetwood Forest. Four Wolves and the two Wargs. Carchmoroth had seen the flare of the torches that the men bore coming dangerously close to them. And he did not relish the thought of being pinned between them and the blades, arrows, and axes of the hunting party. He sent a short series of deep barks across the battlefield, gathering the Wolves in. Between the two lines of foe they ran, through the underbrush, making for the northwestern border of the forest. To the place called Fornost, as Men called it. There to regroup with Dûrêl and the Wolves who remained with her. Pushing hard they came to their lair among the rocky ledges at the southern end of the North Downs. Too tired to hunt, they rested, licking their wounds. Dûrêl did not return until well into the next day, and no Wolves were with her. Her side was bloodied and she limped from the blow to her haunch. She lay down, exhausted from battle and loss of blood, near her brother, cradling her head on his flank. Day passed into evening. Carchmoroth and two of the less injured Wolves trotted silently down from the ledge, heading west. They would hunt, and then the pack would feed, and make their plans. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.