Run

Right, and left angles are zigzagged through the tightly packed treeline.

Run

Hind legs dig into the moss, tearing up the world in a crazed need of flight.

Run

Thoroughly alive with the speed of the Wild, the blur of the surroundings buzzes by.

Run

There is no need to look behind us, our pursuer is there, following at a distance but close enough to hear the distinct rush of air in and out of his chest.

Run

A familiar outcrop of rock is seen again and I realize he's running us in an arching circle. Taking a hard left, through tightly packed pines, his growl shakes the birds from the trees. If this was the dunes, there could be a chance.

Water is the only hope for us.

Snarling coming from the right, has a sharp left taken, snarling from the left her nose stretching out, trying desperately for every inch of ground she is covering. A flash from the side has us realize the Savage hasn't shifted but pursuing us in skin form.

Run

Again the outcrop of rocks is seen, panic starts to slip in, causing a crazed mind to spring away in a rush of adrenaline. Instinctively taking the path of least resistance down a hill, into open marshland.

The reeds are thick, the water shallow but the mud is getting deeper, making it hard to keep the speed up.

Nothing is heard behind or to the side of us, the only thing is our breathing, everything else has gone quiet.

The Wild's energy quickly exhausted as the muck pulls each limb downwards, sinking the body deeper and more profound with every step. In the end, it was all the Wild could do to pull her last paw out of the mud that wanted to keep us stuck there forever.

Silence...

Nothing can be heard but the life of Nature, nothing out of the ordinary to alert the Wild that she needs to create chase.

The Savage does not spring out of his hiding place he merely steps away from where he was standing.

The Wild stands up, addressing his presences with a rumbling warning that his advancements are not wanted.

"You ran well." His voice is edged in pleasantries that she snaps teeth at. The soft tanned leather hide is all he wears to cover his nakedness.

He drops to all fours, mimicking the Wild within him.

Cautiously he raises a hand, placing it on the ground like a paw raised to take a step by his Wild. His body is of the Wild but kept in skin form.

She bristles towards him, he does not bristle back but keeps a steady, determined pace forward towards my Wild.

Eye contact maintained by both.

One hand placed in front of the other, knees following in order. He mimics all the aesthetics of his Wild down to the way his head tilts up, sniffing the air, nose flaring.

There is an ambitious fierceness to her snarling show of teeth. She does not curve her neck to what's approaching - she maintains her status with an upright posture.

The Savage stretches himself deliberately in front of her. Yawning as if bored he bares his War of teeth right down to the roots, showcasing an arsenal, lazily for her viewing pleasure.

She regards his advancement with dubious suspicion. Maintaining her bristle of ridge fur, a simmering growl ruffles the air around the closer he gets.

Eye contact holding fiercely by her, to the point her bones shake in her determination of hierarchy.

He's not to be trusted at the same time, he's giving her no show of threat, no posturing or stiff leg stance, just a cautious, slow, progression forward.

The mimic of his Wild is absolute to the point she responds to this the Savage's skin side as if he was covered in fur.

She's strangely calm, eye contact is starting to strain her resolve of who she is.

Breathing becoming less of a pant, her hind leg stretched behind her ear giving it a scratch while watching him. He won't crouch his shoulders down when her lip raises to flash fang, he takes another step closer. If he wanted to, he could reach out and pet her, but so complete is his mimicking mastery of the Wild that she allows him to approach even closer.

Eye contact severed by her first.

His domination is total without teeth, without bristle, without the need for War. Just a determination that he belongs right beside her, and that's where he now is, shoulder to shoulder, a nuzzle to her cheek with his.

Nose sniffing nose in the kindest of manners.

A quick apologetic series of whines tumble from her throat, the need to run forgotten in her primitive mind.

She crouches into a spring and with that, they are off, playing, chasing, and above all else, a bond of incredible strength is cementing between the two of them. He easily keeps up my Wild, his body stretches out, running on all fours just as smoothly if he was in his true Wild form.

Nips by my Wild leave his shoulders bleeding in play that he doesn't chastise her about. She's free to frolick as roughly with him as she wants without the fear of rebuff or retribution with his own teeth. He takes us through streams, and the mud that was sticking to the underbelly is now half gone.

There is a scent of food on the air, salivating a line of saliva falls on the moss ridden ground.

"Hunt it," His voice even sounds as if the Wild is talking through his throat.

Nose to the ground, she's determined to make a meal out of creatures that she can now taste on her tongue.

His gait is deceptively swift, sliding fast to the right his head bows down and a jaw snaps over the fleeing rabbit. He holds it in his mouth before tossing it in the air towards my Wild who crunches canines down on a neck breaks. The blood of the body rushing like liquid gold down a neck that swallows the thing whole, in one gulp.

She looks regal walking beside the Savage who now stands upright into the summer camp. Her shoulders brushing his thigh at times, her eyes darting watching for malicious tone by anyone. None are observed, so she relaxes, head high, tail at ease.

Going past the communal fire, it blazes high and hot. The Alpha is there sitting on the log watching the juveniles bringing dead wood to feed the hungry flames.

Making eye contact with the Alpha, he nods his head to the both of us while smiling without teeth.

We walk towards the tent which he doesn't let me go into, "you need to wash first, you smell like a bog. I'll get you your clothes." He's quick coming back out with a Silk clutched delicately in a big palm. He gets the bar of soap, leading the Wild towards the direction of the lake that holds a stream that's hidden by long grass.

The water is fresh, bright and I can't think of washing with him watching me. No one is around just Nature's sounds that surround us.

The Savage takes his loincloth off, letting it fall to the ground.

I watch.

He lather's himself up, his face and hair first.

Shift of muscles.

Tension

Flexion

Relaxation

Everything is on display, he's only up to his thighs before he plunges under to rinse the soap away. He doesn't make eye contact, so I keep watching.

Tossing the soap on the bank, he takes his inked cock in his hand and washes it, including his balls. There is no rise to him, everything is relaxed which settles the inside of me down.

Water spills off his body when he comes out, the ink covers him completely. He stretches himself laying down in the sun's light, eyes closed. As if nothing is bothering him.

"Your turn Bessa, wash, and we can talk about why you ran from me." There is no movement from me to break the cocoon of fur that houses my naked skin.

"I won't look at you," his arm goes underneath his head, eyes still closed as if he might nap, casual, comfortable. The sun's licking the water away from his body, the drops drying from the heat of the day.

The cocoon of fur broken to shift near the bank, looking at him crouching to hide my feminity from his shut eyes.

Picking up the soap, go up to my neck, the water hardens my nipples, and washes away the stink of muck. The soap is not full of oils like at the house, it's made to wash a body not treat hair properly.

"We have to talk about why you ran from me." The words of his come out casual but my heart starts to race.

"The Claiming Ceremony is barbaric," my hand drops the soap, and I have to go underwater to retrieve it.

"It's the way it has always been here. It's our way of Celebration." There is no rise in his volume, his eyes are closed, and his body is still. That cock of his remains soft, so I know he can't see me because if he did, he would be hard, dripping with need.

I flush, but not from the sun. His body is something that can be tasted by my hungry mouth, filling my stomach the way mates should fill each other up.

His body shifts to block my view of his appendage. He lays on his stomach, his arms tuck in front of him, so his forehead rests on his forearms. His neck is stretched, taking on all the rays of the sun that create a red hue to skin that is tender to the light.

"What you've described is how females are taken without honor by the males of my pack. They are paraded in front of the pack and taken by several males at the same time." The soap takes off the layer of stink my skin holds.

"You will be only Claimed by me, only me." The muscles on his back shift, but he still sounds soft.

"Will you brand me above my pussy?" My whole body tenses, to hear his answer.

"No, we do not brand at the Claiming Ceremony. Only my teeth will mark you as mine and another line on your cheek to show your status as Luna." His skin shivers.

My hair is next to wash, when wet it just falls short of my shoulders.

"I have no say do I? This will happen no matter what."

'You have a say, you have to agree to the Claiming Ceremony,"

"If I don't agree?"

"I wait for you to agree." A harsh laugh comes out, and he almost turns his head around. Instantly I sink past my shoulders in the water.

"When I said all that's left is fucking, I was right. I'm going to be fucked by you in front of the entire pack."

"You're wrong Bessa, we have more left than the fucking. We have much more left."

"Do we? Tell me what more do we have? Pups? Is that what you will say?"

Silence.

"We will raise our pups together, as my duty dictates. I am treated as a breeder, and I will only be that to you."

"Stop saying that Bessa, you're not my breeder?"

"Am I not? You have a love that clings to your heart still. How can you say I'm not your breeder? You can't let her go. She's dead, and she still lives in you. I hate her." He doesn't say anything, and I know I'm right, that's what hurts the most.

"I had never hated before until I met you. I didn't understand that word, I knew it existed, I knew I disliked things but never hated the way I do now." Getting out I go to my Silk sliding it on wet, covering myself from his turning body.

He sits up, facing me.

Eyes go wide, hands shake. He has to grip the ground because his claws are coming out.

"I was worth your love. I was worth love." Eyes drip salt to touch lips. Shoulders rise with the breath being pulled in.

"You are worth love, Bessa." His voice is strangled.

"Am I really? Am I worth your love?" Looking up at the sky, not at him because I can't take his eyes right now.

Those eyes hurt me.

"You'll have my love." His voice sounds dry, coarse, hoarse.

"No, I won't have your love. I don't want your love."

Facing him, eyes meeting. "I agree to your Ceremony, because for me. I only want to be your breeder, I only want the fucking to be between us, nothing more I want from you. I don't care how hard you try, I don't care how much you do. I will never be what she was to you. I will never be what you wanted her to be for you. A mate, a lover, a friend, a soul..." Turning from him, he follows, he lets me hear his steps that are quiet but harsh on the ground.

Looking down at myself I realize the Silk has become transparent, the stain of my nipples show through along with the outline of my mound, the line of hair creating a trail down to my apex.

Going past the pot, the fire has died, nothing but dying coals remain. Opening the flap of the tent, getting under the furs, he's right behind me.

Complete darkness surrounds us.

Slipping into the furs, he follows in. The Savage is naked I can feel him, his body curves into mine.

An arm snakes around my waist.

"What are you doing?" The warmth of him rising around me.

"Holding you, nothing more." I try to wiggle away, but his grip is without a break. He sleeps before me, and there is no use but to close my eyes.

Does he dream about her while he holds me?

That's the last thought to cross my mind before closing them when I open them back up after enough time to feel rested he's not behind me anymore. His scent is everywhere in this small space. Nothing is without the smell of him, including me.

The sun squints the delicate sight of my eyes when first emerging from the tent.

"Are you ready to catch breakfast?" He's got the rope in his hand. Just the loincloth is worn, done up on the side.

The Savage looks fresh, and I'm feeling hungry.

He ties the rope to my wrist, there is the faintest trace of lips to my wrist before he ties his knot. Looking down I think I've imagined it.

"Do you still dream about her?"

"No," the way he says it is quick without a stammer or pause.

"What do you dream about, Savage?"

"You, Bessa."

Eyes shifting, dilating, engorging within his space of greens.

"What do you dream about Bessa?"

"My mate, I dream of finally seeing his real face,"

Silence holds a deliberate taste of malice from my lingering words.

The body of water we come upon stenosis only to widen and pinch back until the shape is lost when it curves left around a boulder.

"If you don't catch anything there will be no breakfast today." He's firm with his words, and I eye him from the corner of my eye as I lay on the bank with my left hand in the slow-moving current.

Demonstrating, he stills - even his breathing, nothing on him moves except his eyes that are watching the water, a quick flip of his hand and a fish flies out onto the riverbank.

He throws the fish back in, and it's my turn to watch the trout swimming by, hiding in the rock crevices and vegetation of that grows thick from the bottom of the stream.

All morning is spent with me failing and the Savage instructing with a non-tired sense of time.

He does not rush, he's sitting with his back against the tree watching, his eyes burn the flesh of my neck hotter than the sun.

"Control the way your breath, loosen up your left shoulder." Humble instructions that don't sound like he knows it all.

The late morning stretches itself into mid-afternoon.

My stomach rumbles.

Frustration saturates in the sigh out..."I don't like fishing this way."

"You're doing good." He seems without the ability to frustrate.

"Doing good, catching water?" Looking at him, he shifts from side to side.

It's then I see the shadow, coming towards my hand, speckles of color shine underneath the water the closer it gets, swiping my hand up the fish flops on the ground by the Savage's feet. He's up, taking me in his hands throwing me up in the air, catching me, so I slide down the length of him.

"I knew you could do it! Excitement presses his lips to mine, he holds them there before the beat of his heart pulls away. He looks to be shaken, just like the way I feel now.

Both our heartbeats pull away one more step back.

The Savage takes his spot sitting against the trunk of the tree, while I resume mine laying on the bank, waiting for another fish.

It takes another hour before I get the hang of it. The fish come out one by one. He inspects each one, commenting on the colors, or how fat one is. He exhales his praise out and I can't help once again putting my head down and smiling away from him. Before long eight are caught, the Savage cleans them, making a small fire near the tree. He roasts them on sticks and hands me one to eat with my left hand.

Without the right to help, it's messy and awkward. He wipes my mouth with his hand before he puts the fire out with water and dirt.

"Today we're going to harvest the herbs for winter. We'll hang them and then crush them when they're ready into a fine powder." His backpack is stuffed full of herbs that we gathered, he's telling me what each one is, having me eat them. What they are best to cook with, he's describing dishes that makes my mouth water again. When we come to a beehive, he pauses. I can smell the honey inside it, the bees buzzing around us.

He moves on without a word.

After we come back to camp, he has me separate the herbs with my left hand. Tying them with string and hanging them from a rope that's from one tree branch to the other. It's hard and awkward work when you don't have your dominant hand to help you.

The Savage does his rounds, and I watch him visit campfire after campfire to stop and sit with his father at the big fire.

Shoulder to shoulder their heads are leaned into the other.

Tying the last of the herbs, the smell of a healer hits me like a wall.

"Hello," she's inspecting the herbs. "I'm Morvared, a healer to this pack." Her eyes study me, the entire length of my Silk is inspected.

"Hello," the wind shifts from a different direction suddenly.

A crow caws.

"What do you want, lover of Crows." Her mouth tightens.

"I do like my crows you are correct." She does not smile.

"Where I'm from, some would want you to be burned alive. Traitor to the Moon." I've never been so close to something like this. The hairs on my arms lifting, the Nature within starts to shuffler herself under the cocoon of skin.

"Lucky for me, I'm not where you're from. I suppose there are several like me, only in hiding. We are few but growing in our cause." The edge of the healer's hair lifts with the swirling breeze.

"We hear your preaching, healer. Your voices are to be silenced. You defile the Moon's words with your beliefs." The need for my knives is missed by fingers that feel the hidden pockets in longing.

Undoing the knot, like I saw the Savage do yesterday, my right hand comes free.

The wind shifts again, smoke billows around, her eyes dig into blackness before the blue comes back into focus.

Step back, the ridge fur rising.

"I was just dropping by, to see how you are adjusting, not discussing yours or my views about your Moon." Her eyes shift around.

"I'm doing well, and she is all of our Moon."

"Is she?" Morvared tilts her head, the crow caws, the wind rushes through the trees sounding like a long exhaled groan.

"She is our Moon." Making my smile sharp, words pointed at her.

"How do they not burn you for your blasphemy?"

The only answer I get is a sharpened smile that mimics my own.

"I've not come here to discuss what you think you know I've come to see how you are doing." Her hands clasp in front of her and the wind dies down, the trees cease the fluttering of leaves.

"I'm doing well." A snap of teeth that is caught before causing the distasteful sound.

"If you need anything, I'll be more than happy to help you, Luna." Her voice is slow, and articulate, pausing on help.

"What help could you possibly give me?"

"I could make sure you don't go into your heat until you are ready. You don't have to worry about someone taking your place and carrying his heir. You killed them all. I could help you with this." She's tempting with her offer.

"That's very considerate, what would your pack do to you if they found out about this?"

"You won't tell, because I offer this to all the females who are claimed by males. It's there right not to have to reproduce until they feel they are ready for their heat to come. If you tell on me, you will condemn all females to suffer without choice." She's boastful, confident, dangerous...

"I'll think of your offer, healer." We both turn towards the noise of Orva coming towards us with her pup on her hip. The healer slides herself away, with an unusual gait. It's as if her Wild doesn't reside in her anymore.

Orva stares after her.

"She looks like Victoria. She looks a lot like her, except her mouth is different, she's not as tall. Victoria has blacker hair, thicker than her's. Victoria's legs are nicer, her arms hold a shape that tells you she's powerful. Victoria's neck is longer, but their eyes are the same." Orva shivers.

"Do you think they are related?"

"No, Victoria comes from the East, they could be distant cousin's?" Orva licks her lips before shifting the pup on her hip.

"Thank for what you did yesterday. We didn't have to wait at the table today."

"Good, that's how it should be always."

A bruise that's almost healed holds on her jaw.

"What happened to your face?"

"My sister in law. We had words that turned into a fight."

"Why did you fight?"

"She was saying the Far North should send their warriors to kill, Victoria. She was telling everyone that was sitting by the fire that we need to kill the Abomination. I told them she was just like us, she bleeds just like us, she cries just like us." Orva's pup tugs at the end of the black braid causing her head to pull down.

"I hit her, hard. She hit me back, harder."A shrug of her shoulder and the pup adjust to her other hip.

"We were stopping by to see if you wanted to bathe with us?" The pup is naked in her arms, and Orva is only wearing a soft hide covering just enough to remain unseen.

"I'll come with you." We walk towards the lake where pups are naked and splashing in the water. The mother's just as naked, nothing is covered and I can see they have never plucked themselves down there. They're wild and natural without cares about being seen.

Holding the pup while Orva washes, we go in deeper, up to my thighs and I let the pup run her legs in the water. No males are around, just the females and their young.

It's full of laughter, and I feel relaxed as the sun beats down on me. There is a need to strip myself and become one with them, but I refrain from the display, keeping my modesty to myself.

The pup grunts and a sound emits from her bum. Looking down she's shit down the length of my Silk. It's mustard yellow, smelling mildly of milk.

"Sorry about that," Ovra takes the pup and I have no choice but go into the water to wash the feces from my Silk.

It comes off easily and I make my way back to the tent with a smile on my face. The Savage is there, feeding the fire. The Silk clings to my body, even when trying to pull it loose. Everything is translucent.

The Savage eyes find my body, not my face.

Fire, hot breathable fire lashes against my coverings. Nipples instantly harden, the line of hair is looked at, a groan comes from his breathing.

His excitement grows behind the soft hide that covers his maleness. I can see it bulge the fabric away from his thighs.

"I'll be out soon," Throwing the wet dress outside, I slip into my sleeping Silk.

Luki is there when I come out.

"Luna," he says with a side smile and a nod. I can't help but notice the silk scarf is tied around his neck. It's weird but he pulls it off as if he was born to wear a Silk around his throat. My dress hangs drying, the breeze blowing it softly. Luki is by it and his hand touches the material, his eyes covet what hangs my him.

"Luki," the Savage makes his brother take a step away from what's mine.

"I found his den."Luki's excited.

"How big?"

"His paws are bigger than my hand." Luki's hand is huge when he stretches it out.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Luki's silk around his throat catches his deeper voice.

"Then we hunt him tomorrow after I'm done with Bessa."

"What will you hunt?"

"Wolverine." Luki is too excited to contain himself. The Savage is focused on his brother who only stands straighter.

"Eat with us Luki." The Savage has a humble meal in the pot that we share with his brother by the fire.

Sitting back watching them talk, their father and mother join us.

She embraces me cheek to cheek without feelings of harness between us. His father nods to me with a set of teeth that don't show.

"We heard you caught your first fish today, Bessa." His father's voice carries around the fire.

"I did." Looking at the Savage he's feeding the fire.

"My son told me that your fish all held impressive coloring, they were fully grown and clever."

"They tasted good." Telling him that because I don't know anything about this kind of fish. Looking at the Savage he sits beside me, I'm on his right, Luki his left.

"The speckles are very good to eat. We should go fishing for them tomorrow." The mother touches her mate's shoulder.

"I would like that," both get-up, nod and move on to the next fire. Luki stretches, before tightening the scarf around his neck.

"I'll see you tomorrow, brother."

"Good night, Luki."

"Goodnight, Luna. He saunters from side to side in a lighter gait than most males walk.

"We should sleep, we hunt geese, tomorrow."

Entering the tent, slipping between the furs, he follows.

His arm slides around me, nose pressed between the bones of my shoulders.

The darkness is complete, it entombs us.

Inhaling, he exhales, "goodnight, Bessa. You fished well today. I've never seen such natural skill."

Silence

The warmth of him rises around the inside of the tent.

His palm rests on my hip. Fingertips feeling the Silk against my skin.

A quiver of thighs.

My body naturally shuffles against his hardness to scoot forward instantly.

"Good night." Last words he says before he's sleeping again.

The next morning has us setting off to kill geese. The rope holds my right hand down. The marsh is teaming with frogs, tadpoles, turtles, fish of all kinds.

Geese are honking their noise out and their shit is everywhere. Messy birds.

It's long hours of stealth that harbors the fruit of the Savage's instructions that brings the first kill from my hands.

Wait

Hide

Prey

The Savage holds up the bird in his right hand, while picking me up by the waist to kiss my shoulder, "I don't think my father has caught bigger." Prideful words with a smile that makes my lips stretch across my face.

When we go back to the fire, we stop several places as the Savage retells how I caught the goose. His father examines it, and remarks it's the best-looking bird he's seen in a very long time. Everyone around his fire nods their heads in agreement.

Walking back to our fire, I feel taller.

"What you need to do now is pluck all the feathers off with your left hand only." Luki arrives and looks at the bird, taking it from my hand.

"He's bigger than normal." Luki's voice sounds impressed and I can't help a smile.

"Tell me how you caught it?" I tell him I caught it after hours and hours of trying. He lets me tell my tale not once does he seem bored. The Savage also stops to listen, even though he saw it.

"She did it all with her left, the first day." The Savage reminds Luki after my story is done. Luki hands me back the bird.

"Your skill will be the talk around the fires." Luki looks bigger today, no Silk is wrapped anywhere on his body, just a loincloth that covers his tattooed body, there are lots of spots that don't hold ink.

"Bessa, we will be back once we make our kill, I'm not sure how long."

Silence follows their backs as they start off on a hard run the rise of mountains in the distance.

Plucking the bird with the left is difficult, my feet are needed to hold it down.

Orva comes with a few other females that follow in her shadow. Some show the first signs of having a Future within their nests while others carry pups the same age as Orva's on their backs.

We spend the rest of the day talking, laughing and eating all of the bird I caught except for portion I saved for Borson.

As I'm holding Orva's pup she braids my hair, putting small feathers from the goose at the ends of the braids, that she ties with the leftover string from the herbs that are drying.

Vibrations are felt through the ground and all of us look where it's coming from. The entire pack that is by their fires all regard what's coming forward.

The Savage walks with a sound that shakes the individual bones of my spine.

His brother is walking beside him, both covered in deep scratches, bleed trails behind them. They walk proud, fierce. I can smell the testosterone of my male, it's clinging to his skin that shines with his efforts of a kill.

A beast hangs limply around his shoulders, just like Luki has one dangling from his shoulders.

The Elders, his father, mother, stop and regard the way the Savage takes the lead.

He walks purposeful, speaking with a sound that commands attention from everyone around. The females by my fire shift to themselves, pulling the pups closer to their bodies.

My attention is on the this soon to be Alpha. His attention is on me.

His spine is rigid.

He walks with the complete belief in who he is...Alpha.

Teeth show at times, a pulse grows within the space of my legs the closer he gets.

The smell of the hunt clings to his body. The Nature within has my Wild greeting him in a rumbling appreciation of who he is to her.

Mate

Everyone watches his approach, while I feel it with my body, watch with my eyes that can't look away. The beast that seems bigger than him now is thrown at my feet in a grand spectacle. There is no humbleness to his action, he is not timid with how he bows to me.

"For my Luna, for my truthful right." Sound carries like an echo, into the valleys, up the mountainsides. Everything seems to hear what he just said. The clouds that are brooding even pull apart letting the sunshine peek out.

It causes my body to boast itself out.

The beat of his heart pulls closer, so close I could lick the blood from his chest off.

Cheek nudges cheek.

His breath wraps around flesh that is humming with excitement.

"My right, my Luna. You are worth more than my love, you are worth my life." Soft words, but heard well by all that surrounds me.

The ribs of my chest pull inward, shielding the beat of my heart.

Thunder growls in the distance rumbling an angry sound.

Author's Note. 

A snippet from the upcoming story Elska. 

"Mom, you have to tell Elska she needs to wash. She stinks like ass." Ryeson is the one to whisper to Mother. 

Smelling myself, I can't smell anything.

"Worse than Ass. A carcass left out in the sun with a bloated abdomen and then it explodes, it's the juice that's inside it. That's what she smells like." I hate Odin sometimes. He can be mean just like Ryeson. They think because they are talking with low voices I can't hear. I pretend not to hear when they do this. 

Slipping outside, quietly. Needing air to breathe properly. They stink like shit themselves but I don't say anything mean like them. I keep it to myself. 

Quick feet walking by, then slowing. Stopping. Turning back around sinking into the ground deeper.

Male. 

He inhales, "disgusting that you can even breed." I can hear the spit land on the ground, close by my foot. On instinct, my hand goes into my sleeve. Silver is sheathed in the security of leather. 

"Where is your family? All alone?" He steps closer, I know this wolf. He meaner than most of the wolves. 

Walking back to the house, the sun's rays leave the surface of my face. My path is blocked by him. The knife gets pulled out.

He's inhaling harder, not normal. 

"Elska, why did you leave the house? " Odin's voice brings relief to the tension between my shoulder blades. 

"Why are you blocking her path, wolf?" 

...Odin waits, the wolf doesn't speak so I do.

"He told me it's disgusting I can even breed." 

If you are interested in reading more of Bessa, I have it on Radish there are several chapters there that aren't on here yet. 

Also if anyone is interested I will be uploading some of Odin's POV to Wattpad