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Auriel Haevasawen · 12-21-2002, 03:09 PM

They had bolted into the forest at Nimue's call and spent most of the night on the run.
Despite the fact is was she who had alerted them to the danger, Ragnarok had taken the lead, as was his wont, and bounded off between the skeletal trees. The she-wolves had followed, matching his speed but not daring to dart ahead after his altercation with Roth. Roth would have welcomed the opportunity to lick her wounds, quite literally, but he did not ease his relentless pace. Ragnarok had memories of those who walked upon two legs. Memories the younger Wargs did not share. He was desperate for food but he did not take foolish risks. He needed to find those who were separated from their kin or like Roth, some domesticated creature, left unwatched.

Finally they had slowed at the bank of a wide and still flowing stream. Ragnarok halted and sated his thirst.

The she-wolves approached. The pups staggered, exhausted by their flight through the snow to join them. They both looked down at them at noted that one had been lost. Whether it was too tired and malnourished to maintain the pace or whether it had taken a tumble in the darkness under the trees there was no way of telling. They sniffed their own offspring. It was not one of theirs. Even if it had been they would not have gone back.

Ragnarok moved aside to allow the others to drink. Nimue came forward first. Her teeth ached from the icey water as she lapped it into her dry mouth but like Ragnarok she didn't flinch. It was a small discomfort to bare.

Roth was more cautious. The weak sun had risen some while ago and was even now beginning to wain again but still highlighted the dark smear upon the side of her neck. It was the dried blood from the wound to her ear. The tear was clearly visible. She lay in the snow before him, cowering, while in her heart she planned revenge.

Ragnarok gave an abrupt nod. His thoughts were no less dark but now the bloodlust had abated he was more pragmatic. Roth was a good hunter and he was hungry. She had learned her lesson for now.

12-21-2002, 03:09 PM	#128
Auriel Haevasawen Wight Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Nowhere of importance Posts: 240	They had bolted into the forest at Nimue's call and spent most of the night on the run. Despite the fact is was she who had alerted them to the danger, Ragnarok had taken the lead, as was his wont, and bounded off between the skeletal trees. The she-wolves had followed, matching his speed but not daring to dart ahead after his altercation with Roth. Roth would have welcomed the opportunity to lick her wounds, quite literally, but he did not ease his relentless pace. Ragnarok had memories of those who walked upon two legs. Memories the younger Wargs did not share. He was desperate for food but he did not take foolish risks. He needed to find those who were separated from their kin or like Roth, some domesticated creature, left unwatched. Finally they had slowed at the bank of a wide and still flowing stream. Ragnarok halted and sated his thirst. The she-wolves approached. The pups staggered, exhausted by their flight through the snow to join them. They both looked down at them at noted that one had been lost. Whether it was too tired and malnourished to maintain the pace or whether it had taken a tumble in the darkness under the trees there was no way of telling. They sniffed their own offspring. It was not one of theirs. Even if it had been they would not have gone back. Ragnarok moved aside to allow the others to drink. Nimue came forward first. Her teeth ached from the icey water as she lapped it into her dry mouth but like Ragnarok she didn't flinch. It was a small discomfort to bare. Roth was more cautious. The weak sun had risen some while ago and was even now beginning to wain again but still highlighted the dark smear upon the side of her neck. It was the dried blood from the wound to her ear. The tear was clearly visible. She lay in the snow before him, cowering, while in her heart she planned revenge. Ragnarok gave an abrupt nod. His thoughts were no less dark but now the bloodlust had abated he was more pragmatic. Roth was a good hunter and he was hungry. She had learned her lesson for now. __________________ Auriel