Tara :Wolf Chronicles

Chapter 27:The Hunt

Chapter 27: The Hunt

October 2011

Somewhere in another realm

The deafening howl of the wind thumped loudly in my ears as the ice crashed sideways. I inhaled a sharp breath as it clouded, and I savored the area onto of a mould of a hill. There was a strong gust of snow and wind which whirled around. My grip tightened around the thick rope as I pushed the sleigh downwards only to swallowed by the snow. The pointed curved point of my ears burned with the cold as my boots crunched on the snow ,desolate plateau that stretched towards the horizon. As the sleigh ,left its mark on the soft snow ,it was blew away and wiped off just as it began to left its mark just like my footprints.Amark only to be blown away and forgotten.

The sky blended from navy blue to pure white as it blurred in the morning as the moon glinted , nestled between two sharp peaks of the great mountain peaks that encircled my home.The wind whipped sideways but as we sprawled over the winter desert it subsided and my body was caked and speckled with snow.I averted my head and flipped my braid away from my lean face.The strong force yanked my furry hood down.I blinked away the flakes of snow which dotted my red cheeks and caked the fur trimmed hood of my hide parka.The heavy hide cloak draped behind me as the wind carried it in harsh turrets.

A tall looming figure stood beside me with with his lips pressed into a harsh line of his lean ,cold severe looking face as his eyes ,bold warm golden like a burnt photograph which curled.A cloud of ice frosted at his lips.His obsidian hair tumbled down his back in waves which blended to his thick opal cloak.A loud grunt echoed from his broad chest as the older man ,his colour darker than my light caramel fingers .I snapped my head as the wind carried my braid and loose strands of hair as laughter seemed to pour out of my lips.My fingertips tingle with heat and lips and the cold seeped into my bones but as a creature of the night ,it was nothing for my kind.

My fingers ran through the worn wood, crevices and veins of my spear ,used and sharp as I pointed its large frame towards east.I averted my gaze towards the sleigh as our prey ,fresh and limp.

Earlier that night ,we roasted fish over fire and only our gaze met. A bucketful of fresh fish ,some caribou splayed on it and a walrus.A frosty cloud slipped from lips as I trekked down.The world of wonders stretched with a white carpet as the ring of light danced from a thousand miles above sea level.My eyes widened as I took it all in.A grunt of disapproval rumbled from my companion chest.

His black furred boots crunched on the heavy snow as his eyes darted from left to right.Bartimaeus stood beside me as he was my hunting partner ,several years by far older and disliked the fact that my mother travelled to Greenland instead of looking for a panther in our realm but honest to the gods ,he might have wanted my mother instead.To him it was unusual for a woman to leave her own kind for another in an unknown tribe.

He realised a heavy sigh ,wind billowed towards me as a shudder ran towards me but to him ,the muscular creature of darkness but he gestured towards our little realm.His black taloned fingers to the harsh ,loud winds that whipped throughout.To the jagged mountain tops of the north that encircled as the wind whistled through the caves,to the creatures that inhabited here to the emerald pines tree sprinkled with frost with calm winds to the west.The wind pulled back his hair and exposed his curved ears.

The explosion of colour, blue and white to the crimson eyed wolves Ijiraat—shapeshifters that shifted into foxes and other creatures ,who darted around the dunes to the rabbits who switched their bumpy noses and smooth,fine .My eyes absorbed everything as my senses overwhelmed me.Steaks of thick periwinkle blue of the large glaciers and then finally the forest again where the winds were tamed and where we resided.