Their meetings continued without miss. Erlendur began to look forward to the next meeting, for but a few short moments with the mysterious green-eyed wolf. He would ghost by the days, completing his duties but forgetting to strive for the attention of his superiors- the attention that could earn him a chance at a Ritual Hunt. His name... Suddenly didn't seem as important to him anymore. Soon all that mattered were those precious minutes. The cold, harsh, unforgiving winter seemed to be passing faster for him than he would have liked.
And as these months drew by, their meetings grew more and more intimate. They would ask the odd question, if only it gave them a good reason to prolong their meeting if only a few moments longer. Even Aulay was disheartened each time they had to depart, though this to Erlendur she never betrayed. Every night, he found himself thinking of those beautiful, green eyes- the sort of green that one only saw in the height of a warm, happy summer rich with pray and joy. And he could have sworn that grass-and-wildflower scent followed him to his dreams.
As the warm winds threatened the coming of spring, everyone in the North Winds pack rejoiced; all but Erlendur. For him, the coming of warmth and prey meant only the end of his meetings with the green-eyed wolf.
A fortnight from the official end of the winter cold, Erlendur set out for their meeting. His paws felt both ecstatic at seeing her again, and heavy at the thought this was the second to last trip to their meeting place.
Yet something felt amiss as he approached the clearing. As he padded into the usual meeting place, his heart sunk to the earth.
Aulay wasn't there.
Being a quite punctual wolf as she was, she was hardly ever late. And he couldn't even smell her- there was no fresh trace of the grass-and-wildflowers, meaning she had not even been here today. This was why he was worried so by her absence. Panic and fear rushed through him. Had she been injured? Had she caught the winter disease? Had she been caught by her pack?
He waited a few moments longer, then made his decision.
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Eternity
FantasiFor the wolves of the Four Winds packs, there is no higher honor than earning one's name. For Erlendur, it is just the same. However, when a harsh winter strikes the North Wind's pack hard, Erlendur must seek out the help of the she-wolf Aulay from...
