Story of Mahaness

[Mahaskah]

Ok the title lies, this is not about my Mahaness, but it is pretty sexy so far. I will post as much as possible, though I warn you, that I am trying to make a real book here, so one chapter is like 10 printer pages of words xD, so it will be random postingsss~! wooo~! Always so fun!

Prologue


“They hurt us. Our families were ripped to shreds. We did nothing, we hurt no one. Our gaze was tainted with blood. Anger filled our veins. Though we had to move on, or life would be gone for our children. Brethren fell at our feet, families fell apart, we moved away, away from the horror that is blinding, to far, a distant nightmare that would only roll in the distant like a thunderstorm we could only hear. It never happened like this before. We were once friends, and betrayal came like the black mare that wrecks the hearts of the innocent while trekking through the pitch dark night. We remembered the pain they would bring, as they came. We were once proud, and worshipped, and soon we fell into darkness, one that could not be fought. The dark times we live are not coming to an end; nothing is, not in this world.

We fight for our survival, we eat what we catch. Nothing goes to waste as the carcass is devoured with every scrap gone into the energy of our people, and yet we were not ready for what came. These monsters arrived on big wooden creatures that would ride the waves that clattered with the thunderstorms; many would rush out onto the new soil, as we slinked in the darkness. We did not know what to make of them, we never knew that they would kill us all, something that was unexplainable.

It started, with metal objects that glinted in the sunlight and shot thunder through their tips, it killed on sight, or wounded until a slow death, and we kept moving away, but they followed. Only our hopes would rise, as the Ones came, their teeth bared their claws as sharp as the light that came from the moon. We were going to move and survive, for the sake of our species.”

Light flickered from the silver sphere in the sky, dancing around the shadow which would slowly make its way up to the larger hill that bowed in front of it. Ears would be erect, every sound seemed important as the sound of the speech echoed over the land. Grim smirks would flicker across the beastly maw that belonged to the shadow. Light came closer, and indeed for a short time, producing the actual frame of the figure that moved in the darkness. Canine appearance it had, as it padded its way up the grassy hill, slowly moving every step.
The moon soon disappeared from the area, long thick darkness would envelop the world as rolls of cloud came over the sky and thunder would rumble its threatening death sentence in the distance. Canine would have finally made its way to its spot, seeing the glowing eyes that would only stare at his soul, seeing if it was actually safe.
Once acknowledged he would speak, his voice rumbling in the distance as the thunder that scream victory for the land.

“The chosen one must save us.”

It started as the shadow’s own voice, but its eerie tone was joined with many others, the repeat of the sentence scared any life that would dare venture into the area, scuttling away from the prominent danger. Soon the words would merge into one long howl that would pass through the mountains, its echoes traveling far and wide, and waking sleeping bodies in a troublesome state.
Silence was given, as the meeting would only come to a silent being, pondering the wait for morning. A female voice would chime in; her tone would only be recognized as the morning breath that awaited them soon.

“We are living beings. We are all alive. We all share thoughts, feelings, and we strive to survive. They are part of this world, therefore they are us. It may be confusing, why our brothers in this world are striking out to us, and peace must be created. One of the last of us must teach the lesson, and it is critical for our survival. We will act out in peace, and in peace we will be rewarded.”

Nods would be given, and exchanges of words. This was the plan, and soon as the dawn light would peak over the mountain hills would they start to break up. Glimpses of light would echo throughout the land and it would bring the view of the magnificent creatures. Colors from the darkest black, to the purest white, from the warm gold, to the cold silver. Pelts would radiate the colors of the world, the colors of nature. Eyes would only glimpse the millions of shades of yellow through every single orb. Speckles of blue, green, even silver would scatter over them, making them sparkle in the growing sunlight. The view of the giant creatures would take any breath away, as their large paws would silently muffle any noise their lithe bodies produced. Fur would cover in large quantities, making them even look bigger than before. Tails would stay low to the ground, as all of them magnificently made their way through the dew sparkling wilderness, back to their life.
All but one left. The magnificent beast would only stand on the hill, the breeze sweeping by his body, picking up black strands of fur. The shadow he was, the shadow that came, and only he would stay. Ears would move to the south, home. Figure would pick himself up and make the long journey back. He had the job to find the chosen one, and he would find her pack before all of them were killed.











“We may have teeth and claws, though this time, Man is the killer, and we are his victims.”

[Mahaskah]

Chapter I


Aquene would feel the pelt of her mate as he brushed past her, his golden eyes sparkling as he moved along. His bright silver pelt would soon be tainted with blood, his white paw struggling against the trap he sprung. She would rush over to him, the snare over his neck, getting tighter and tighter. His once beautiful golden flecked orbs faded to a dull color, unknown to Aquene. Gurgles would be heard, as blood poured over his maw, and the wire that was choking him was buried deep within his skin. An eerie voice that belonged to him was not the deep voice Aquene fell in love with as it whispered her name.
The vision flashed back as he was walking past her, his body transparent as she saw his spirit walk into the deep mist that shrouded the area, only then would a long howl would be heard before it was silent.
Aquene would jump up from the nightmare, quick panting would escape her maw as the warm pelt of her sister would be felt next to the wolf. Her sister would roll over, a concerned look in her eyes as she saw Aquene panicked. “Sister? Did you see Aranck again?” Her pale yellow eyes would glisten with worry over her pale brown sister. The pelt that was Aquene’s was quite beautiful, far more then her own sister’s, Yazhi. It was a light coffee color, which had strands of white that would decorate her pelt like fabric that was stranded. Along with her paws, which the fur underneath was of a dark brown color, almost black. Whenever she walked, or slept, the chocolate color could be seen, jumping out against her pink paw pads. Her eyes were a bold yellow, unlike Yazhi’s, although they were not the same gold color as her dead mate’s, Aranck. Although Yazhi was very pretty, she was the runt of the litter, therefore receiving her name, which meant, “little one”. Her pelt was not of a brown color at all. Instead of looking like her father, Yazhi looked like her mother. Her mother was of a dark champagne color, as was Yazhi. Yazhi had brown tipped ears and tail. She had one big brown patch over her right eye, giving her a more innocent look.
Her sister would look at the still dark sky with an empty feeling, and a small usher would be given, “Yes.” Her voice was a bold one, Aquene did have a bold nature, though it all changed when Aranck died. Yazhi would nuzzle her sister, pressing closer to give her silent words of comfort. Aquene’s belly had expanded greatly as she carried her dead mate’s pups. Even though it was forbidden in the pack to mate unless one was Alpha, Aquene disobeyed the law. Though the law was already broken, with the amount of wolves dying from the traps and bullets of Man. The pack was on the move from the chaos, trying to go north with the Arctic wolves, somewhere thought to be safe.
“Rest now please, sister.” Yazhi would plead, nuzzling her companion. The other wolves that scattered the area would roll around in their sleep, and Yazhi knew her sister needed it the most. “We have a long journey tomorrow, and you need your energy.” Yazhi’s soft voice would be heard, as it whispered the words.
Aquene would only shake her head in a negative reply, “No, I will see him again.”
“…Sister…” Yazhi pleaded, already feeling the heavy weight of sleep among her body, her eyelids tempting to close again.
Aquene did not reply. She only looked up into the sky, her soul searching for an answer in the haunting of her dead mate.
Yazhi would give into the beckoning of sleep, and the grief of her sister overwhelmed her, as she drifted into a deep sleep.
Aquene would not care to notice her sister sleeping, even though she was cherished to Aquene. The poor female could not feel anything besides the horror of death. She did witness his death when he died, though she had to abandon him, due to the safety of her pups. It hurt her, and now she felt that she was at fault for not helping him, trying to get rid of the horrible wire that would only choke him more. Her eyes closed in pain at the memories that wrecked her.
Sleep would never come, and only then could Aquene think of her own pups that were squirming inside her. They would be due soon, and the alpha would find out. It hurt to think that the Alpha female could easily take away the pups that were Aquene’s only living memory of her dead mate.
Worry wrecked Aquene, though she could no longer stay awake, and the energy that her pups drained knocked her out, loosing sight of the world around her. A black surrounding would not be interrupted, and she would dream no more of that night. Aquene was asleep.

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Yazhi would not wake up her impregnated sister, as she felt that she was disturbing her most needed sleep. The weary smaller sister of the two would make her way to the clearing, where everyone in the pack would meet before a hunt, or move. The clearing was around a circle of thick, dense bushes, and every time they moved, the pack would look for a brand new meeting place.
Her slender-built head would poke through the vegetation, snagging some champagne-colored fur in the process. The amount of wolves frightened Yazhi, and sadness would fill her eyes. The pack was getting smaller and smaller with each move, they had no elders left, pups died quickly, and even the strong were picked off. If it was not the moving that killed them, it was the humans. Yazhi felt her fur bristle as she thought of this, all of their species was suffering, and soon she felt, there would be no wolf left, for man would have killed them all.
Big, round paws padded around the clearing, as Yazhi joined them, her tail lowered in her sign of submission, even though all of them seemed to preoccupied to do anything. The champagne wolf knew every single wolf here, and as a joined family, a loss of each one was heart-breaking. Although, Yazhi knew personally, that a heart can only be broken a couple of times, after that it is pulverized, and one does not have feeling towards another. This stage is not being empty, but rather being so consumed by grief, that you cannot grieve any longer. This is what Yazhi was feeling, and when one wolf goes missing, the pack moves on, leaving them behind, to die.
This may have sounded cruel, though the pack could do nothing else, and it may have hurt, but it was the truth. Yazhi would scan the clearing a bit more, before she spotted the wolf she was looking for with relief. He spotted her and came running over, his dark, black-blue fur jumping out in the sun. He was mostly black, though his fur would mold into a dark, silver-lined grey around his long legs, reaching down to some paws, and hinting at his belly. Whenever this male rolled over, a flash of silver would be spotted. His eyes were a dark yellow, a gaze that even though it was dark, would pop right out of his pelt when the sun struck. His name could only be recognized as Iye, which meant ‘smoke’.
Yazhi greeted her old friend, as they played together as pups, and the friendship had never died. Even though Yazhi was of a low rank, her good friend was a beta, the second highest rank in the pack.
“Hey Yaz, how is your sister? I heard the death of Aranck is taking a heavy toll on her health.” He looked concerned; the flash of happiness was now replaced with a serious face. Yazhi knew that he was not concerned about the death of Aranck in the slightest; he wanted to know about her pregnancy. Since Yazhi was hiding her, the pack became suspicious about her sister.
“Yes it is. She still does not want to come out, for she grieves. She would catch no elk, and chase no rabbit.” Yazhi looked stern, as she pierced his faded gaze with her serious one. He shrugged his shoulders, and continued on, waiting for Yazhi to follow. Of course the champagne wolf followed, her small body tiny compared to the massive bulk of the dark colored male.

[Mahaskah]

Iye would be silent as Yazhi followed him. They knew each other so well, that the small wolf knew that he was gathering a hunting trip. The pack was in desperate need of food, and words were not going to remind her of that.
The smoky male would simply nod at the wolves that were not doing anything, sending them into a flurry of movement, getting ready for the hunt. Only three more followed, which was plenty. One was a male that was tall, though quite slender, perfect for running. His pelt color was a bundle of white covering silver and a few strands of black. His muzzle molded into a perfect dark grey, which stood out against the chaos surrounding his fur. His name was Knoton, which meant ‘wind’. The second one was shorter, though she was not as small as Yazhi. She was of a stockier appearance, though well proportioned, giving her the ‘perfect’ size. Her color was an almost pure white, though she had blotches of light color scattered around her. She was known as Chilali or ‘snowbird’ and even though she was the healer, the lack of hunters caused her to hunt, much like Yazhi. The last one added to the group was a female, and she was as bulky as Iye. She was a chocolate color, though her ears would merge into a deep grey, almost black in color. Most of her face would pulse into the same color, leaving a heart-like shape of black starting from her nose, though the strange thing about her was that she had piercing green eyes, which seemed to piece one’s soul. Yazhi kept her distance, as she knew her low ranking would give her a beating from Altsoba, or ‘meaning all war.’ She did not approve of any ranking under her, and as her sharp golden gaze pierced Yazhi, the small wolf cowered slowly, moving her eye contact away from the danger.
Iye would turn his smoky head towards the bulk of a female, staring at her a long time as they walked to the hunting grounds, until she gave a puff of defeat. Even though she looked smug, and Yazhi knew she was not to be trusted.
As they neared the delicious scent of grazing elk, Yazhi felt every muscle in her body tense. She was not used to hunting, as she was usually left behind to care for others, though not many hunters were left, so she came to the job.
Iye would gather the group, leading the nervous Yazhi with small guides of his massive bulk. “You know how to hunt. Who will take which position?”
Yazhi did not want to speak up, that she really didn’t, it was something new to her, though she remained quiet. “I will pick, and run, with Chilali. We are the quickest wolves.” Iye nodded, approving their simple choice. Now his attention turned to Altsoba.
“I am to ambush the meat, from ahead, sending it towards the runt.” A smirk appeared on her face for a flash, before it diminished.
“Fine. Yazhi, you chase the elk towards my hiding spot, up there, and we will kill it.” He pointed to a clump of bushes farther up. Yazhi nodded, hoping she would not fail.
The small wolf decided upon her hiding place, a small tree situated on the stretch of grass the elk would run upon, much like a tunnel from the grazing lands. Altsoba followed her there, until she spotted where she was to hide, then she hid in the shadows, scaring Yazhi slightly.
Soon it began. The thunder of hooves beating the ground was heard in the distant, and Yazhi crouched, ready to spring. She was totally aware of her heartbeat, as she would scan the area for the coming elk.
A small brown spot in the distant started to become huge, as Altsoba ran all of her bulk after the large deer. The elk did not seem tired, as Yazhi broke out of the bushes, deterring its path.
Altsoba and Yazhi were running it along with all their might, even though Yazhi was struggling with her short legs, Altsoba would make it look easy, as her muscles rippled under her skin, sending shivers of fear down Yazhi’s spine. Breath seemed to come soon, as exhaustion was dawning over the champagne wolf. ‘Where was Iye?’ Though her restless mind could not be answered, as a yelp was heard from Yazhi, and everything was filled with pain, as her body toppled over.



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‘Pain, too much pain.’ Yazhi opened one eye as she noticed she was hovered over by Iye, and the hunting group, all besides Altsoba.
“She has finally awakened.” Iye whined softly, as his good friend lay before him, broken, and covered in a sickening crimson liquid.
“Yazhi? Are you all right?” The voice that came was not from the hunting group, but rather from her sister. ‘My sister!? They will know she is pregnant!”
“Sister!” Yazhi tried to get up with a yelp as she toppled back over. Aquene would hover over her, sadness filling her eyes. “Don’t do this, go back.”
“It’s too late Yazhi.” The voice sounded raspy, almost insane, as the shadow she had feared simply appeared. “We know her secret.” Iye growled slowly at Altsoba, as he saw the distress flash over Yazhi’s face.
“…No… she will be killed!” Yazhi would try to rise once more, achieving it for only a slight second, before toppling back over in a heap.
Iye looked sad as he continued what he wanted to say, “Only the alpha will determine the pups’ fates, and the mother’s. I can do nothing. Though you need to come back and rest. The men have come again; a metal thing is stuck in your leg. It needs out.”
Everyone winced, as they all knew the answer, she could not be moved yet. Chilali shook her head with regret. “We cannot do so, I am afraid that we will have to nurse her here.” The healer would look at her again, nosing her leg for the wound. “Though first we need to clean the blood, there is too much.” Her tongue would start rasping over the wound, making Yazhi wince, though cleaning it nonetheless.
The wound would be clear, though Chilali looked sad. “I am afraid I cannot help her, since the metal is buried too deep. Most likely in bone, she will never get up again.”
“So we leave her to die. Figured, as runts cannot survive the litter.” Altsoba stated coldly, as she walked away, not interested much, though she paused in her tracks before replying to the rest, “Though I thank her. For the elk she helped bring down and the metal she had taken for me. If she was not there I would have died.” The bulk of a female continued her way back to camp, her tail wavering behind her.
Aquene was frozen, her eyes dimmed, with no sign of life left. “Left to die…? Again…? Is this what I deserve…?” Chilali shook her head sadly.
“I might be able to help.” The voice was a low, booming voice. It came from the clearing, and every wolf that could lower their head would, except for Aquene, who would just look distantly, ignoring every call of hope.
The figure that the voice related to was magnificent. The frame he owned was big in bulk, though he did not look so bulky, but rather his muscles were shaped into a look that was more naturally slender. Though it was not his size that made most wolves gape, it was his fur. The coat that fluffed delicately around his body was of a gold color, which would sparkle with the dappled sunlight. His pelt was mixed in with stunning silver that would more commonly appear around his paws, and belly, the areas usually not hit by the force of sunlight. Although his eyes were not gold, instead they were a darker yellow than most, almost an olive color. Even though they matched him, and flecks of true gold would speckle the dark orbs. He was the picture of magnificent. Even so, the great wolf did not act like he knew. Yes he would walk with an unmatched grace, as his paws would be placed in a perfect line, though he would not hold his head so high, the first sign that he was not a snob of sorts. The figure’s name simply was Hiamovi, or high chief, which is what he was.
Yazhi twitched in pain as blood was pouring out of the wound, once this was seen; Chilali put her paw firmly over the wound, trying to stop the flow. Although, when Hiamovi came over to the small wolf lying helplessly in the grass, she moved out of the way. He buried his beautiful muzzle into her hind leg, where the metal object was lodged. Yazhi winced in pain, her teeth clenched, as she felt her Alpha’s teeth sink into her flesh, trying to get to the bullet. In a matter of minutes, his maw surfaced, and was covered in a glittering crimson, which sparkled against his golden fur, though made him look menacing. A large, round bullet was spat out next to him, as he started to lick the oozing wound.
Chilali would whine as her Alpha did her job, and one growl that bubbled from his chest had told her to be quiet. Yazhi had fallen back asleep, the loss of blood had made her dizzy, and soon she was out cold. The golden Alpha would do the paw process as Chilali had done, making sure Yazhi would not die of blood loss. He wanted his pack to live.
He remained in this position, his dark eyes focused on the small wolf; the crowd was very tense, including Iye, who would twitch nervously. The only one who did not remain tense was Aquene, who only looked blankly at the ground, seeming to have lost herself somewhere else.
“She will live.” The Alpha announced clearly, and it sounded more like he was assuring himself. The look of worry was etched on his face; it did make sense since Yazhi was his adoptive daughter, along with Aquene. They were orphaned at an early age. They were birthed by two loners who stayed in the pack for safety and after they died, they were adopted by the Alpha pair, who already had a litter; the only surviving one from the original litter was Iye.
“Aquene.” Her adoptive father would simply say, addressing her. The female looked at him solemnly. “Who is the father?” His voice was almost a growl, though he clenched his teeth to keep him from lashing out.
Aquene did not answer for a while, and the Alpha grew impatient, though Aquene noticed he had Aranck’s eyes, though it was not surprising, since Hiamovi was his real father… Aranck was also Iye’s littermate. “Answer me.” An annoyed growl would utter the words, though he kept his calm, as he kept pressing on poor Yazhi’s leg.
The stubborn coffee colored female would answer regretfully, her voice a small whisper, her gaze glued to the ground. “Aranck…”
Though her Alpha did not lash out in rage, in fact he just stared at his small adopted daughter blankly, thinking about the whole situation. “You broke the rules.”
“Fath—“
His growl interrupted her, “You disobeyed me.”
Aquene looked at the ground stupidly, and guilt tingled up her spine.
A sigh was given from her father, “Though those puppies will live, you will be punished by never being able to see them.”
The female looked stunned, “I will never see my puppies…? Oh, Father!! Please kill me instead!!” Grief rushed through her eyes, and her ears were plastered to her skull in distress.
The mighty Hiamovi growled loudly, “Enough! My word goes, and no questions! The Gods have shown us that it was a mistake in the beginning by killing my beloved Aranck, and so you shall be punished!” His voice rang through the clearing, letting Aquene slink back in submission, and her whole body was shaking.
“The wound is closed.” The alpha raised his silver paw in approval, before walking up to Chilali, “Make her comfortable here… she needs a safe nest, and cannot be moved.” His head turned to Iye, “Guard her.” And with his last words, he walked back to the camp, to his own pregnant mate.
Iye would take charge here, “Everyone else, go to camp… and get Dibe to fetch some food here, Yazhi needs it. Aquene, don’t stay here.” Aquene looked at his face, though he was not facing her, instead it was pinned on Yazhi, concern and hatred shifting through his eyes.
“But…”
“Don’t defy my orders!” He growled loudly, snapping in her direction. Aquene slinked back, slowly walking away, though she paused when she heard her sister’s voice.
“Iye… let her stay…” Iye’s jaw was set as he spoke to Yazhi quietly, though loud enough for Aquene to hear.
“No, you don’t need her right now… it’s not all about her this time, and don’t let the spoiled brat think so.” Yazhi was protesting, though Aquene could not comprehend the jumble of words going through her mind, instead she ran.

Aquene would keep on moving, her paws thundering across the soft leaves that littered the forest floor. She knew it was not safe after the hunter that killed her sister… though it did not matter. She was wrecked by grief, anger, and regret. Aquene did not even care about her sister… it’s not like she had to suffer Aquene’s problems.
Her mind raced, why did Aranck leave her? Her father punish her? And one of her best friends hate her?
Paws would thunder across, crushing any twigs in their path, and flying over the rest. Tail would waver behind her, swinging back and forth as she panted heavily, the weight centered on her stomach area… the puppies were tiring her out… the puppies Aquene would never see.
Although her mind was cleared soon enough and she felt lost for one second, until she picked up her scent trail, following it back to camp. Once she had arrived, Aquene was given disrespectful glances from her pack mates, and several shouted out words she could no longer understand as she found her hiding place.
Only would she collapse as she found the soft, plastered grass that she had used for her pregnant days… though now she used it to escape abuse.


Yazhi lay there, her eyes thrown open as paw steps came closer, though relaxed when she saw it was Dibe. Dibe lived up to the meaning of her name, sheep. She was fluffier than usual, white and had carefully silver lined paws. She was quite pretty, though she remained as an omega, like Yazhi. The hunk of meat she had clenched in her jaws was dropped in front of Iye with a sickening splat. Iye would only nod her away, his stone gaze still on Yazhi.
“Eat.” He would command, and Yazhi would not help but to wonder if he had fleas… because he was acting like a huge grump. Only after his command, would he widen his eyes, remembering Yazhi could not move, and shoved the crimson lump in front of her with his muzzle.
“Thanks grumpy-pants.” Yazhi mumbled before tearing into the delish hunk of flesh. The flavor would satisfy her hunger, and she then noticed Iye looking at her oddly.
“Grumpy-pants?”
“I don’t know… it was the first thing I could think of that rhymed with grumpy…” She mumbled with a piece of flesh in the process of being chewed.
“…what are pants?”
“Don’t ask me! I think I heard it somewhere before… I don’t remember where.”
“It sounds human…” He looked concerned, though Yazhi shrugged, not seeming to care.
“Stop taking everything so seriously… you didn’t get the point of the whole name calling. You’re not the same Iye I know.”
His gaze stiffened, “I’m worried.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m eating, am I not? And talking, plus it’s not like I broke my leg or anything... After the wound closes well, I’m out of here.”
“I know…”
“Then?”
“I don’t know that.” He grinned and Yazhi laughed.
“There we go, back to normal Iye.”
“Huh.” Iye acknowledged, looking in the distant horizon for once, letting Yazhi eat her meal.
Once she had finished, Yazhi ran her tongue over her maw, cleaning up the blood that stained her light colored muzzle. “Hey Iye?”
He turned to her, looking kind of confused, “Yeah?”
“Why do you suddenly hate my sister?”
He tensed, glancing back at Yazhi, “Because she turned into such a spoiled brat. Everything has to revolve around her.” A low growl came from his throat.
“So you don’t hate her because she is pregnant?”
He looked at her surprised, “…Actually… no I don’t.”
“Why?”
He scuffed her around her ears, “None of your business.”
“No fair!” Yazhi protested, sounding whiny.
Iye only chuckled softly.
“I still want to know.”
“When did you get so nosy?”
“When my sister became so spoiled.”
He laughed again.
“Seriously though, I want to know.”
“Ok then.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“You’re too mean!” Yazhi pouted, and Iye laughed again.
“And you’re too cute.”
“Then tell me!” She whined
“Fine.”
“I’m not saying really this time.”
He laughed before continuing, “I actually knew.”
“What!?”
“Yeah, Aranck was freaked out when he told me. Said it was all her fault.”
“I never liked him…”
Iye gave her a mean glare, though then sighed, “I guess we are even. Anyways, I can’t blame the one being blamed.” A small smile came over his face.
“You just did that earlier.”
“Well, that is different. I meant with my brother. I was the opposite of him.”
“I know.”
“Get some sleep.”
“No!” Yazhi protested quietly, though she had already shut her eyes, and once Iye could only hear quiet snoring, though it was not disturbing, but rather cute snoring.
“The main reason Yazhi… was that I could relate.” Iye whispered in her ear softly, knowing she would never hear his words. His pelt was close to hers as he stayed on guard… making sure nothing would harm her.