The Soldier and the Werewolf (A Mikannie Fanfic)

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The Northern territories where the most ravage place to live in the whole land of Maria. No one, man or beast, dared to travel through the harsh and freezing terrain, fearful of dangerous blizzards and the chilling winds that could cause a man to freeze to death in seconds. Almost no one inhabited the place.

Except for the fearsome Werewolf clan.

A white wolf plowed its way through the snow. There was no blizzard today, luckily for it, but the breeze was still rather strong. The wolf was not afraid of being followed by human soldiers. Everytime it made a paw print in the snow, it was covered up by a sudden gust. The white canine continued to walk further, when it caught a glimpse of two more Werewolves. They were sitting at few feet away from one another, both facing the white wolf's direction. The white wolf walked towards them, and then several buffalo-skin tents came into few, along with campfires that illuminated the dark, snow covered land.

The main camp of the Werewolf clan, the very place where the chieftain lay his head.

The two werewolf guards suddenly shifted into humans. It was nothing but a fast flash of light, like fingers snapping. They were both adult men, looming around 6 feet tall. One was blonde and muscular, and the other had brown hair, a thick beard, but was rather skinny.

"Identify yourself" the blonde one ordered the white wolf.

The while wolf sat, then quickly turned into a human. It was a blonde girl. Her hair was tied back into a bun, some small strands covering parts of her face. Her eyes were light blue, and had sort of a crystal look to them. She wore a grey hoodie and black fitted pants, with no shoes. She looked like any other human, except for the noticeable scar over her left eye. It made a nic in her eyebrow, and certainly made her look intimidating.

"Captain Annie Leonhardt. Member of patrol 7, led by Zeke Yeager. Returning from patrol of the north woods" the blonde girl adressed to the two guards.
The brown haired one let out a deep chuckle.

"Little late, aren't ya, Shiney-Eyes?" he joked, "what happened? Had to stop and pick fleas?"

Annie rolled her eyes, "I got a little preoccupied. When did the rest of the patrol return?"

"About half an hour ago" the blonde haired man replied, "a hunting party went out and snagged some moose. Go grab a bite if your hungry."

"Great. Thanks" she said, deadpanned. She walked into camp.

Most of the Werewolf soldiers were gathered by a large campfire. Some chatted to one another as humans, while others feasted on meat as wolves. Some were sleeping peacefully in tents.
This was just one of the hundreds of Werewolf camps in the North.

"Hey Annie!"

She turned towards the sound of the voice. She saw all her friends sitting near the fire. She quickly jogged over to them.

The one who had called her was Reiner Braun, one of the other captains of the Werewolf clan. He had short blonde hair and the beginnings of a goatee. He was extremely bulky, standing at about six feet tall. Standing to his right was Bertholdt Hoover. He wasn't as muscular as Reiner, but a lot taller. He had short black hair, slightly tanned skin (which was rare for Werewolves, considering that where they lived doesn't get much sun) and a small smile on his face as he waved at Annie. On Reiner's left was Marcel and Porco Galliard. Marcel had thick black hair, which was slicked back, and he wore a dark green hoodie and grey pants. His brother had blonde-orange hair, also slicked back. He wore a dark brown jacket and navy blue pants. Sitting in front of them was Pieck, a girl with long black hair and a look in her eyes that made it seem like she hasn't slept in weeks. She had a long brown coat on and crutches under her arms, due to an injury by a human that had cut one of her legs with a sword.