Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

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The first post belongs to 'Kynareth Deagon'. None shall post until after I post after him (so, three posts in)! Thank you! <3 

THIS THREAD IS NOW LOCKED TO THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY REPLIED AKA, THE SAINTS OF THE DYING LIGHT PACK AND SUNHAWK. NO-ONE ELSE PLESE INTERVENE, THANK YOU! <3

“-- I'm tellin' you, Aya, these wolves… they are miracle workers.”

The black, lanky, downtrodden form of the scabby wolf known as Dorus limped through the underbrush at its lowest parts, face not split by a grin for once… but a small, ‘sweet’ smile. Those blue eyes remained trained upon the trail ahead, trodden down by so many canines before him, the off-beat noise of his paws hitting dead leaves accompanied by another soft thudding-- it was the pattering of a female. 

Aya was typical in size, her pelt a soft russet accented by streaks of blonde. The plume of her tail was shaded by darker browns, the same gentle colors found upon her pretty face, not a grey strand upon that short, thick pelt. She was a pretty young thing, barely one and a half years old, with orange eyes that shined like the low hanging sun itself… and her only mark of abnormality? The twisting of a front paw, the poor part hanging limply from the rest of her leg. Broken. Though there was surely discomfort in walking she took it in her stride and followed the large dark male with an almost peppy undertone to her trotting.

“Wolves that can heal… amazing, Dorus!” The girl chirped with the rising of her ears, “I’ve only ever heard such things in legend…”

“Why do you think I'm still alive, my dear? These wolves have been healing me. Restoring me. I thought you could use their talents-- however.” He ducked his head and whispered to her with seriousness carried in the undercurrents of his tone, “Tell no-one else. They permitted me to bring but one wolf with me for healing… and no more. Can I count on your secrecy, Aya?”

A small gasp, and a hushed outburst,

“I won't tell another soul!”

“That’ta girl.”

He knew by the taste on the wind that the trees had been marked, and the ground that lay before them was no longer but neutral territory. She had caught it too, never faltering in the wake of her own demise, peering to Dorus with eyes of wonder as he passed the threshold without fear. The wind was neither against or for them, but he knew what he had to do in order to summon one of those golden wolves from the trial pack-- with his head thrown back the sound of his howl echoed about the area like the aftermath of some screaming thing… it was horrid. Off-tune, piercing, unavoidable. The wailing’s siren-like nature was only halted by an abrupt coughing fit from the male himself, as he rolled the hacking sound into a sticky laugh,

“They’ll come get us… they’ll come.”

Aya sat politely at his side, taking the weight off of her dangling paw, and watched the trees with a critical level of alertness. He would have to get whoever came to understand the situation before they blew Dorus’s cover, for he couldn’t have the stupidity of a single wolf ruining his plan now, no, not when he had come so far.
 
I’d kill that wolf… The creature pondered, testing his teeth against the pale flesh of his tongue. No blood swelled to meet him, but the pang of pain made those canines ache to be ground against another's throat… They better not mess this up.