On top of the world

Markus Eriksen · 08-24-2011, 06:46 PM

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The white wolf approached with a confidant stride, and Markus eyed her warily as he wrapped Eva in his arms, not sure if he was helping or hindering her condition with his own long, soaked fur. The wolf was quick to rush them into the packs' lands and up the mountain side, and while Markus was suspicious, he felt the effects of the cold himself, and could only imagine the way Eva felt.

He was reluctant to pass Eva to the wolfess in order to make his own trip easier, and did only when completely necessary; i.e., when he'd only drop her or fall to the bottom otherwise. They made it to the top soon enough, the rocky steps sloping into soft grass and a chill breeze. That was far enough into the pack lands for Markus, but it appeared this wasn't a good enough spot to light a fire or get some blankets, as they were beckoned yet further into the territory.

Markus spoke not a word through the trip, but when the willow tree came into view, he ducked under the cover of the fronds, and then sank to his knees and set Eva, who'd by that time passed out, on the ground. He rubbed her down as best he could with his clammy hands before the fire was lit. It was a skill he didn't have, without a lighter, and he'd have liked to watch how she did it, but it was too late, and once the flames were high all he cared about was moving Eva closer to them and warming her.

The wolfess introduced herself as Ralla, and then warned him of their need for secrecy. He lifted his gaze to her warily, and in that moment he was curled almost protectively around his daughter, hunched over her small, prone body. A long moment after she stopped speaking, he finally opened his mouth. Markus. Eriksen. And...Eva.

with a broken heart

that's still beating

image courtesy of Al Burke@Flickr; edits by iku; table template by the Mentors!

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