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River Everleap of the Mercian Clan never really had a good life. As a solitary creature, it wasn't surprising for her to not receive the proper love and care humans naturally give their own; and wh...
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Morning had come quickly, and River didn't blame the grim, white light that had descended into her den, waking her up. By the time she had returned with the girl, dawn would have only been less than an hour away – and by looking at the position of the sun in the sky, River knew that both she and the sleeping human had slept soundly until it was midday.
For once, the clouds had parted to reveal the sun, letting all the greenery below take in as much of the precious lights radiance as it could. River was glad to have the feeling of warmth on her pelt from the rays of light that shone down into her den.
It was then the human had begun to stir, her face contorting as light shone on it, disturbing her eyes. However, the girl had simply turned her head away from the sun and rubbed her eyes before opening them and looking around. River knew that the human would have been wondering where she was. It wasn't the forest that she had passed out in; cold and evidently distressed.
River's chest ached when she thought of her own pain as she stumbled, injured through the woods all those winters ago. Exiled from her Tribe for a crime she didn't commit. Of course, River still blamed herself. If she had tried harder, perhaps all would have been well. River would still be home and in the comforting presence of her Tribemates, surrounded by warmth and security. But it was all in the past now. Almost three winters ago. It was still hard to think about, however. River's place with her old Tribe was gone. So was the love of her family. But her heart would always be with them no matter what.
The human next to River dumbly looked around. River had a cozy-looking, small cave with moss and dried grass scattered everywhere. In the far back was an old wooden table and two rickety-looking chairs, covered in dust and cracked clay pots. A shelf was dug into the hardened dirt wall on the girl's left with some other objects sitting inside. Above, on the ceiling, hanging against the wall above the table, were dried herbs tied with hay-like rope. There was no door, and no other sort of furniture in the cave, either. Not even a sink or a bed. Just some clay pots against the walls.
"I found all the pottery on the side of the road far east from here," River spoke telepathically to the human for the first time. One of the many abilities werepuma's possessed, but only in their primal form they could do this. "The furniture I had taken from an abandoned human home near the marshlands." It had been sat out there to rot away in the harsh weather. No one would miss it.
The human whipped her head around to face River, gasping loudly and leaping backwards until her back collided into the wall. River could smell the girl's fear racing through her veins at the sight of the werepuma, and her heart was beating incredibly fast. River found it even more amusing when the human had attempted to keep still and not make a sound like she had awoken to some wild, mindless animal.
River didn't blame the human for her naivety, though. She, herself, was an absolutely enormous mountain lion. Abnormal to what the arrogance of humans were used to.
