Dragon's Wolf

Refugees and Tracking

Aeriella's POV

Taking off into the air I felt my wings stretch for the first time in what felt like ages. I have always loved the feel of flying ever since I'd first learned how to with my dad as my teacher, but it's times like this when flying feels the best. It's like running free for the first time after being locked in a cage for weeks, and my dragon side loves it. 

Letting myself feel the absolute bliss and freedom that flying is I climbed higher and higher into the thin layer of clouds. The feeling of the crisp air over my scales, the feeling of nothing under my feet, the knowledge that I can defy gravity, and the precious memories of my father and me flying over these lands... They all allow me to feel completely and utterly unstoppable in the air over my territory. My tribe knows this, and with this they too believe that I am unstoppable in the air and don't disturb me while I'm relaxing over the vast plains, forests, and ice floes. 

Though I am unstoppable up here I am not in charge, no the one in charge is the sky itself. He and I are friends though, he allows me to play and frolic up high and I in turn keep him clean as well as look to him on days with even the worst of weather. Our alliance is... interesting and mutually beneficial. 

When I finally open my eyes again after coming back down from the cloud bank I find my mate watching me, good he knows where to look. Smirking as best a dragon can I fly low and cuff his ear with my long tail playfully signaling which direction to go... sort of a "follow me" between us species. 

I flew south and he ran just below me in my shadow somehow knowing exactly when I'd turn and where. Since he doesn't know this territory nearly as well as me I decided to take pity on him and show him the easiest physical ground path there is to the holding village. He seemed to keep up well, but then again that's because I'm flying so low over the ground. If I were higher up there'd be no chance of him catching me. Good, I thought, no chance of catching me in a game of chase... and no chance of trying to stop me when I want to go somewhere. 

When we came to a large crevice in the ice field that he'd have to cross to get where we were going I prepared to carry him over it. Flying even lower I extended each of my four legs to grab him and was almost there when he jumped. Wait... did he just jump? Why the fuck would he jump?!

Stretching my wings to go faster I watched in horror as he moved through the air over the fifty foot drop into an icy river of melt water. Would he ever even make it? Preparing to dive I watched his front claws make contact with the other side of the ice and his back paws soon follow. His muscles rippled as he pushed off and continued running but skidded to a stop and looked at me quizzically as if saying "What?" 

Rolling my eyes I got over my horror and shock and slapped him with my tail again as I flew over. Weren't there supposed to be mate communication things for times like these when you want to cuss them out for being an idiot?!

Aaron's POV

I had been following her for a while now and I've gotta say I'm liking the territory. It's not at all small like ours, or I should say my last one, is -was- and the scents are all so new and amazing. I will say that I have never smelled caribou before and they seem quite tasty. I have also never smelled so much wildlife in one place before. Sure my old place had a lot of deer and squirrels and stuff but that was nothing compared to this. There the wildlife is so constricted to one place and unable to move bringing in fresh blood, but here it's like the land has a whole new rhythm of its own.

Back home everything's so lined and squared off by roads and property line markers, but here it's all one place and endless. No wonder she found the city so suffocating, I mean I would too if I had all this to run around in most of the time. Who wouldn't when coming from this?