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W+R Lowf and Wolf Part 1
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I know I said I'd have this out sooner, but this last week or so has been very busy and I just haven't had the time to post it.
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The buck was large. Not quite as large as it could be, a young male with a headful of antlers. Usually a bad target, but Lowf had spotted that it’d gained a limp. If that kept up, it was either him or the wolves who were going get this one.
Hopefully an arrow would be a quicker death.
Barely daring to breath, Lowf raised his nocked bow, the creak of the wood blending in with the tree limbs gently moving in the wind above them.
The buck raised his head from where it had been grazing, ears flicking and turning his head. Lowf froze, arrow drawn against his cheek. He had to make a decision, but what had the buck heard?
The buck bolted, and with a sigh Lowf lowered his bow, relaxing the string. He kept it nocked though; he still didn’t know what had set the buck off. It might have been him… but it might not have been.
The bushes rustled, and Lowf slowly pointed his bow at it. The height of the movement… could be a rabbit? It was a bit early in the day for them, but far too early for a fox, badger, or hedgehog.
The rustling got louder, and Lowf backed up, checking behind him so not to trip on a root. Something pushed through the twigs and almost fell out, and Lowf’s mouth fell open.
A child. About five summers old, and apparently not wearing any clothes. Wild, grey hair draped over her back and down her shoulders, as she got to all fours, and started walking on her hands and feet.
Her face looked up, revealing bright amber eyes.
Lowf didn’t know whether to raise or lower his bow. On one hand, this was a child, on the other… magic had been returned to the island for all but five summers, who could say if this was human?
“Hello?” he spoke cautiously, and the small child’s head shot towards him.
She began to growl, baring her teeth.
“Where are your parents?” he felt like a fool asking. This was a naked child in the middle of the Whispering Forest. If she had parents, he wasn’t certain she should go back to them!
The little girl stopped growling, and tilted her head in such a way, he almost expected ears to start flopping. Which was rather silly if he was honest.
He carefully removed the arrow from his bow, putting it in his quiver before crouching to her level. Those amber eyes carefully followed every move, simultaneously very aware and not understanding.
The little girl then began to howl.
Despite her size, it was a powerful howl, mournful and questioning. As she began to howl, something changed.
Suddenly a wolf pup was there instead, howl squeaky, but still powerful.
“What the…” Lowf stared. That wasn’t possible. How? How? He can’t have seen right, he’d been in the woods too long, he was seeing things. There was no possible way that that had happened. He’d clearly just stumbled over a very curious wolf pup and the mother was likely on her way…
Why were there no responding howls?
The pup stopped howling, and suddenly there was the wild little girl again. She sniffed hard, and brought her hand up to her face. She drew it back and stared at her now damp hand.
Questioning his sanity, Lowf sat down, cupped his hands to his mouth, and howled.
His howl was not as strong, or loud as hers, he simply didn’t have the lungs, or the practice. Still, when he looked back down, she was staring at him with her head tilted. She then lifted her head to the sky and howled, and he joined in.
Two humans, or, one human and one not-quite human, howling likes wolves in the Whispering Forest. When one started to run out of air, the other would pick up, until the two howls ran out at the same time.
As their howls stopped, a faint wolf howl could be heard. The little girl’s ears pricked up and she howled right back, even though she had to be tired. There was one more faint howl, and the little girl didn’t respond.
She changed to a pup and curled up on the ground, making odd, hiccupping noises and small whines.
“Hey,” Lowf said softly, and pup’s ears flicked at him. “Come on, let’s go.”
He slowly stood up, so not to spook her, then very obviously started to leave, looking over his shoulder. The pup’s head shot up when she realised what was happening, and she scampered after the stranger.
Lowf, once again, questioned what in spirits he was doing, leading a wolf girl out of the forest like this. The wolf pack didn’t seem to be coming back for her, so it made some sense to do this, right?
Curse his bleeding heart, he could handle dogs, but children were another matter.
He noticed after a while, that the pup was lagging behind, and for moment considered if it was going to be worth the biting and scratching, before going back and picking her up by the scruff. The pup yelped in surprise, but went limp in his grip.
He shifted around under he was carrying her in one arm, and continued the walk back to his hut. The pup wasn’t too wriggly, possibly taking in the novelty of the situation, as she used her new vantage point to peer around.
As the sun went down, they broke through the forest edge, and Lowf’s hut came into view.
It was spacious enough for one person, plenty of space for cooking, sleeping, carving, crafting, whatever he needed to do. In the past, in bad weather, he would have a dog who would sleep in there too. If this pup was going to stay, then that would be all the time, he supposed.
He let out a long breath, shoving open the door with his shoulder. The hearth was cold, as he’d left it, but hopefully the stew in the pot was still warm.
The pup was asleep now, so he removed his pack, bow and quiver as carefully as he could with one hand. It took him much longer than he wanted to take the lid off the pot, find a bowl, and spoon lukewarm stew into the bowl with just one hand, but amazingly, the pup did not stir.
The sun was completely down when he finished, the faint moonlight just coming in through the window. He put the bowl and spoon to one side, to clean in the morning, and with the still sleeping pup, got settled on his furs, and went to sleep with the pup on his chest.
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He woke to the dawn chorus, and a foot in his face.
With a grunt he managed to sit up, and looked down to see a five year old child, sprawled out on his chest and snoring slightly. One foot was pressed against his jaw, while the other trailed down his side, and her head was firmly on his belly.
Lowf groaned and lay his head back. Why, why did he think this was a good idea? Surely there would be people in the village who would take her in? Who would do a far better job?
The memory of the two of them howling in the woods crossed his mind. Who in the village would do that? They would try and tame this child, and while she had to learn how to be human, pushing aside the wolf seemed… wrong.
Wolf and human. He could cope with that.
The girl shifted in her sleep, and shivered a little. No fur, she needed clothes.
With a small grunt, Lowf carefully sat upright, catching her before she could fall, and placed her in the pile of furs that served as his bed. She slept like the dead, and continued snoring on as she snuggled in.
He scrambled around the hut, trying to work out exactly where he’d left some clean clothes. He found a shirt, a bit small on him now, although it would swamp this girl. He’d figure something out.
By now, a curious whine came from the furs, and he looked over to see that the little girl was awake.
“Good morning,” he wasn’t sure why he was talking, he wasn’t sure how much she understood. “If you’re cold, I can fix that,” he held up the shirt.
The little girl wrinkled her nose at it, and Lowf chuckled at the expression.
“I know, it is not the best, but it will keep you warm, promise,” he stepped towards her, and suddenly she bolted.
“Wait-!” he dove after her, missing as he hit the floor, skidding slightly. There was a yap, informing him that she had shifted, and he sighed heavily, knowing she was now going to be much more slippery.
“Come on, pup! I am trying to help you!” Lowf got up and dove for her again, and the pup clambered up the shelves on the side, knocking off carvings, and one carving knife, that nearly speared Lowf in the hand.
“Ah!” he yanked his hand back just in time, as the knife landed point down on the floor, juddering from the impact. He took a minute to try and calm his suddenly pounding heart before trying to grab her again. Thankfully the shelves didn’t go too high, so he was able to grab the pup by the leg and pull her away.
The pup began to shift rapidly, pup to girl to pup to girl, over and over and she tried to escape. She flailed and screamed and yelped and cried, but eventually, the shirt was over her head.
Lowf sat on the floor, exhausted, as the girl sulked, the sleeves flopping well over her hands.
“There… Not so bad… is it?” he panted, resting back on his hands and looking at her.
The girl growled and looked away.
“Hold on a moment,” Lowf got up and scanned his shelves, keeping one eye on the child. He found some twine and went back over to the girl. She bared her teeth and backed away from him.
“Please,” he pleaded, “just, stay still for a moment. This will not take long.”
The girl seemed to consider this for a moment, then turned to tried to run up the pile of furs.
“Hey, hey!” Lowf launched for her, grabbing the back of the shirt (and some hair, as much as he tried not to) and pulled her back. “Hold still!”
She snarled and shrieked as he wrestled with her, trying to bundle up the shirt and secure it so that it wasn’t trailing as much, then somehow managed to roll up the sleeves.
When it was finally done he plopped her down on the furs and sat down himself, groaning.
“I have not even eaten yet,” he looked over at the girl, who was now quiet, marvelling at the fact she could move like this, and wasn’t nearly as cold. “There! Much better, you little wild thing, you!” he shook his head and stood. “You must be hungry, I know I am.”
He walked over to the pot and lifted the lid. No doubt the stew was cold now, but it would be something. The girl perked up at the smell, and shifted to pup, running over and putting her paws up on the pot, trying to shove her muzzle in.
“No, no,” Lowf pulled her back by the scruff. “You’re a wolf, you know who eats first. Wait!”
Whether she understood what was being said, she seemed to understand the message, and for the first time, waited patiently for Lowf to find bowls. He expected to find the shirt he’d spent so much energy to put on her on the floor, but there was no sign of it.
Did clothes change with her? It would make things easier if that was the case.
He spooned a bowl for her and placed it under her nose. She wasted no time digging in, muzzle getting covered in gravy, and sending flecks of it flying.
Lowf let out a heavy sigh. If this was going to continue, he had work to do. She needed to know how to use the human language, not just wolf, she needed proper clothes that fit… his eyes drifted to the knife still sticking out of the floor. He also needed somewhere safe to put all his carving knives.
Spirits, what was he doing?
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So, as a child, Wolf was not always the spooky, starey one. With Lowf, she was a feral thing, at least in the early days. This is a wolf pup trying to work out human boundaries very quickly
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W+R: Flow and Wolf Part 2
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The instructor clapped for attention, the sound carrying through the field. “We are about to start sparring! Put your staffs away, get some armour on and I will split you into groups based on height!”
Flow followed the rest of the ten/eleven year olds to the basket to put back her training staff, then followed the small mob to the pile of brown chest, head, arm and leg pieces that made up the sparring armour. There was a crackle in the air, excited whispering and chattering. This was the first time they were going to apply their practice to a fight!
Wolf’s grey hair stood out in a group of blonde, red, black and brown, and it was currently bent down with everyone else, trying to find armour pieces that fit. Even after being a semi common sight in the village for that last five or so cycles of the seasons, it was hard not to stare a little.
Flow found some armour that fit her, tucking her thick, wavy, brown hair under the helmet with some difficulty. The padded armour made it difficult to move properly, but the instructor assured that they would get used to it.
Once everyone had been tied into the armour, the instructor scanned the group.
“Flow, Wolf, Mac, Rowan! You’re a four! Head to the end of the field!”
The four of them shuffled to the end as the instructor sorted out the rest of the group. They all knew each other, but not all of them ran in the same groups. Wolf was usually with the older children these days, and Mac and Rowan were just in a different set of friends.
They all nodded to each other, and waited for the instructor to finish. Wolf was already moving a little, bouncing on the balls of her feet and tapping her nails against the arm guard. The sound was both annoying and satisfying.
“Catch!” the instructor called, throwing padded sparring staffs to the groups. Flow’s nearly hit her in the face, and Rowan and Mac floundered to the catch theirs. Wolf caught it with one hand, and looked around like she was wondering how everyone else had failed to catch it.
“Pick a partner to spar with in your group! We will be rotating sparring partners every few rounds, so do not waste time thinking about it!”
Mac and Rowan immediately stood opposite each other, leaving Flow and Wolf to spar each other.
“You do know biting is not part of sparring?” Flow asked her, and Wolf raised an eyebrow.
“Aye,” Wolf hefted the padded staff, feeling its weight. “Is it truly necessary to pad us and the weapon?”
“They do not want to risk injury?” Flow shrugged. “It is harder to hold though.” Only the ends to properly padded, the middle leaving space to hold, but it still felt restricting.
“Ready positions!”
Flow and Wolf held their staffs out towards each other, shifting to longer stances and lifting onto the balls of their feet.
“Begin!”
Flow was first to launch forward, making Wolf block and dodge, then coming in for her own strike before Flow could follow. It became clear that Wolf was both strong and fast, but Flow was stronger.
As the instructor called “Time!” Flow shoved the butt of the staff into Wolf’s chest. Wolf staggered back and tripped over her own feet, sprawling on her back as the bout came to an end.
“Per-perhaps,” Wolf panted. “That is why the staff is padded too.”
Flow held a hand out to help her up, and Wolf took it.
“Reset!”
Wolf and Flow took their positions again.
“Begin!”
Wolf was even faster this time, not wanting to be knocked onto her back again. She suddenly lunged and Flow staggered back, something primal kicking in as she looked at Wolf’s face. She’d been so convinced that a real wolf lunging for her.
Wolf then managed to swing and knock Flow’s legs out from under her. Their bout paused for a moment as Wolf helped her up, and they continued from where they left off.
“Time!”
The two relaxed, breathing heavily and faces pink under the helmets.
“Everyone, move one person to the left!”
There was a bit of shuffling as everyone tried to work out exactly what they meant, but soon Flow was facing Rowan, and Wolf was facing Mac.
The next few fights weren’t as good. Flow initially had a hard time realising why, but soon put her finger on it. Neither Mac nor Rowan were as good. They weren’t bad by any means, but they lacked the ferocity of Wolf.
They apologised when they landed a hit, almost as though it was reflex, and their hits were soft, cautious. They’d been chasing and rough housing each other for years, why this change?
After everyone had fought everyone in their group, the instructor called to the end of sparring, and bid everyone to take their armour, put their staffs back, and start gentle walking to cool down.
Flow ended up walking behind Wolf, both of them looking like their hair hadn’t seen a comb for at least a week. For Wolf that might actually be true.
The session came to an end, and the children all wandered back to their homes, but Flow followed Wolf as she walked towards the edge of the Whispering Forest.
“Why are you following me?” Wolf asked, barely stopping.
“I think we should do our own sparring.”
That made Wolf stop, and she turned to face Flow, face creased and head tilted as she thought.
“…You were the best fighter in our group,” she said slowly.
“Exactly, and so were you! So, we should spar together!”
The corner of Wolf’s mouth lifted into a smile. “No biting?”
“No biting, obviously,” Flow rolled her eyes. “We could do it with proper staffs, without armour!”
“I think we should wait on that. We are new to this.”
“We will be fine!” Flow brushed off. “We are not babies! We can handle it!”
“I still believe we should wait, a little bit. We do not have our own staffs.”
“You live with Lowf! Make some!”
Wolf opened her mouth to counter, then closed it.
“…Only if you can find practice armour.”
“Deal!”
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They kept the staffs at Lowf’s hut, and Flow kept the armour in her room. She did have to ask the instructor in the end to borrow it, but the instructor was fine with it, as long as they brought it back for training.
A few months into this arrangement, the pair were dropping their staffs off a Lowf’s hut, taking their helmets off and shaking out their hair.
Lowf poked his head out of the hut, the smell of salt and herbs drifting out of the door.
“Would you two like a drink? It is rather warm out.”
It was summer now, with biting insects hovering over every body of water they could find and the days dragging on, while the heat only climbed.
“That would be lovely,” Wolf panted, tongue lolling like a wolf even as she sweated.
“Come in, it’s cooler inside.”
Flow had never been inside Lowf’s hut before, and jumped at the chance to look.
The hut was small, it seemed like there was barely enough room for two people, let alone three. To the right of the door was a small hearth and cooking pot, and Flow had to duck as she entered, as herbs and meat hung from the ceiling.
The hut itself was cluttered, with finished and half-finished carvings and their tools. There were plates and other utensils, carved from wood, scattered rather haphazardly. To the left was a pile of furs, while a basket of feathers and sticks hung just by a small window. A couple of packs sat under the window, one empty, one in the process of being packed.
The hearth was not lit, and the pot only filled with cool water, and Lowf was right, it was cooler in here, away from the sun.
Flow and Wolf found some space on the wooden floor, sipping their water. After a minute or so, Wolf flopped down, pressing her back against Flow’s side and drinking from there.
Flow looked down in surprise, half expecting to see a dog, or a wolf even, but Wolf was still human.
Even Lowf looked surprised. “Acting like a wolf without being one?”
“Too hot for fur,” Wolf grumbled.
“We can go to the River of the Diving Bird later if you want to cool off.”
“Yes!” Wolf popped back up again, making Lowf laugh and almost clashing heads with Flow.
“You would be welcome to join us,” Lowf added to Flow. “If your parents do not mind?”
“I can ask.”
“I would suggest that you finish your water first,” Lowf smiled warmly, his weather-beaten face crinkling and a leaf hanging from his curly, nut-brown hair and over his ear as though it were fixed there.
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The sun was still up, although finally beginning to set when the three of them reached the bank of the river. They found a section of bank that formed a pebbly, muddy shore and Wolf ran straight in, fur and tail flying.
Flow shielded her herself from the spray of water as Wolf jumped in, and Lowf laughed and shook his head. Flow then yelped as Lowf pushed her in.
Freezing cold water splashed up as she struggled to maintain her balance in the calf deep water, and she shrieked from the cold. It was then Lowf’s turn to yell as Wolf burst from the water and grabbed his sleeve with her fangs, dragging him down too. He lost his balance and fell onto hands and knees for a moment, water splashing up and completely soaking him.
“You asked for it!” Lowf roared as he pushed himself up. He plunged his hands into the water and splashing repeatedly at Wolf, who chuffed and yelped as she dodged each splash.
Flow got caught in the crossfire, and began to splash indiscriminately. Wolf, Lowf, the trees, everything got soaked.
Lowf was still laughing, and Flow joined in. Yaps and laughs came from Wolf as she changed form with every leap and dodge.
Finally they ran out of energy and trudged back to the bank, sheltering in the shade of the trees.
Wolf didn’t turn back to human right away, fur dripping and tongue lolling as she made her way up the bank. Lowf seemed unconcerned, but Flow found herself skittering away.
Wolf wasn’t full grown, still a young wolf with gangly limbs and scrappy coat, but her shoulder still came up to just below Flow’s chest. The fur was in a shorter summer coat, mostly grey and white, with brown mantle on the shoulders, streaking down the back towards the flank.
White tipped her muzzle and paws, and a solid grey ear flicked towards Flow as she walked towards Lowf. Once she was within range, she began to shake herself dry.
“WOLF!” Lowf tried to shield himself from the deluge. “Enough! Wolf!”
Wolf didn’t stop until she stopped dripping, sending Lowf a wolfish grin before flopping down onto the grass, panting. Lowf sighed heavily and ruffled her between the ears before collapsing under a tree.
Flow remained standing, still eyeing Wolf nervously. She was relaxed now, but… but she was a wolf. She hadn’t had that realisation for a while, but here it was again.
“You are safe,” Lowf assured, with a rather defeated tone, like he’d said that many times. “She will not harm you.”
Wolf let out a huff that sounded like a laugh and her tail thumped against the ground.
Flow cautiously sat down, still keeping Lowf between her and Wolf. Lowf and Wolf looked at each other, and another huff and chuff she stood up and flopped between Lowf and Flow.
Flow froze as Wolf rested her head on Lowf, but rested her back against Flow’s side.
She slowly began to relax as she realised that nothing was going to happen. Wolf’s tail swished and thumped against her foot, and the weight was comforting. Drying off in the warm, summer air, she began to feel safe. At peace.
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Sparring is an odd thing, it doesn't happen to everyone, but quite a lot of people, the first time they spar, with contact, they get nervous and apologetic about it. They're suddenly afraid of hurting you. It's just something that happens, and you grow out of it with practice. As for why they're doing this sparring? I assume it's a like a Warrior precursor, everyone gives it a go as a kid and they can walk away if it doesn't work for them.
@fairyofsomething suggested I start calling this the ACU, or Alaunus Cinematic Universe, and I'm down for that!
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This was made with kaylink's wolf maker, which is one various sights like DollDivine and Azalea's Dress up Dolls www.azaleasdolls.com/animals/g…I'll never pretend I made this!
A general idea of how I think Wolf looks in her Wolf form, the scar was never going to be entirely accurate, but there you go
#Wolf and Raven#Wolf#Flow#Lowf#Alaunus#The Island of Alaunus#Raven CBBC#Raven 2002#Raven OC#Raven fanfic#Raven fanfiction#TheShapeshifter100 writes
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W+R Lowf and Wolf Part 3
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It had been a full cycle of the moon by now. Wolf had calmed down, in a way. She still had a lot of energy that needed to be curbed, and her head would always jerk to some sound he couldn’t hear. At least she would sit still when he wanted her to. Sometimes. A step up from ‘occasionally’.
Despite his best efforts, word of what Wolf was and what she could do had gotten around. Almost embarrassingly quickly, if he was honest. Not much had come of it, other than a few more stares and whispers. Hopefully that would be as far as it went.
Night was falling, and he was resting in his sleeping spot, Wolf curled up on his chest. She had managed to say that she liked the sound of his heartbeat, which had nearly made him melt from cuteness and embarrassment.
Faint howls filtered through, and Wolf’s head shot up. She listened for a moment, then she leapt off of Lowf’s chest, shifting mid jump and tumbling slightly as she adjusted to four paws. Once on her feet, she bolted for the door.
“Wolf?” Lowf got up as Wolf nudged the door open and disappeared out. “Wolf!?”
He charged for the door and flung it open. It was a cloudy night, and his eyes were adjusted to the low light coming from the hearth. He could barely see a thing.
“Wolf?!” he called out, trying to find his torches and strike flint. The torch spluttered into life and flared, although its light didn’t go far. Still, he held it high and cast around.
Wolf was long gone, but he found her tracks, light as they were. They spoke of a young pup, ambling excitedly into the woods.
Lowf was comfortable in the Whispering Forest, confident in the daylight. Nighttime? It could be done, but the risk of him breaking something shot through the roof.
Still, he hovered, strongly considering it. He could track her, but would he ever catch up? The longer he waited, the less likely that seemed.
With few options left, he howled.
There was an answer, the wobbly, squeaky, pup howl he recognised as Wolf’s, and a bunch of other howls joined in. He howled again, and the howls came back.
Was this a goodbye? He found himself hoping not. Despite the fact that she had been dropped into his life with no warning or preparation, he found he enjoyed the little wild thing’s company.
He planted the torch into the ground, letting it continue to burn, and making sure the falling cinders didn’t set the grass alight. He sat by the side of hut, and stared out into the dark.
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He hadn’t noticed when he fell asleep, but he woke up to something trying to climb onto him.
He opened his eyes with a groan, grey, pre-dawn light showing him that the torch had long since burned out. He was slumped against the wall of his hut, neck at an angle that was definitely going to hurt if he moved it.
Still, he looked down, wincing slightly, and saw that a familiar looking wolf pup was trying to climb on him.
“…Wolf?”
She gave a high pitched chuff of acknowledgement before succeeding in climbing up to his chest. She then curled up as best she could on the angled surface.
“You came back.”
Wolf yapped quietly before yawning widely and snuggling in.
Lowf let out a low chuckle, and scratched the top of her head with two fingers. Her tail began to patter against his ribs until sleep took her.
He looked at his small charge, and smiled fondly before resting his head back against the wall. The sun was not up yet, he could sleep more.
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Another moon cycle had gone by, and he had managed to brush Wolf’s hair. Once. Trying to encourage human habits was like pulling teeth.
Still, as the moon went up, Lowf wondered if she would go out again.
“Wolf?” he still didn’t know how much she knew, but her grasp on human language was getting strong. “Will you go with the wolves tonight?”
“Think so,” she turned over a small toy Lowf had crafted in her hands, before sending the small wooden hoop spinning across the floor, rattling in a satisfying way.
“They will call for you?”
“Aye.” Wolf sent the hoop spinning again. “Might want to see you.”
Lowf froze. “They want to see me?”
Wolf growled slightly, word not coming to her. “Protective. They are protective.”
“They want to test me?”
“Maybe.”
Lowf suppressed a nervous laugh. A test from a wolf? What would that entail? Wolf seemed calm about it, but what Wolf was calm about wasn’t always a good indicator.
Night fell, and the howls filtered through. Wolf bounded towards the door as she did last time, but waited for Lowf to get up and follow before disappearing through it.
Lowf took a deep breath before he left the hut. The sky was clearer tonight, so he could easily pick out the wolves who stepped out of the treeline, and who Wolf bounded towards.
Lowf froze before he got too close, watching the wolves greet Wolf with sniffs and muzzle licks. They then all reacted to something he couldn’t hear, and stepped aside.
Another wolf, walking slowly, made their way through the assembled pack. There was a limp to them, one eye looked milky and the muzzle grey in a way that didn’t match the rest of the face.
Still, there was clear respect as the assembled wolves licked their muzzle as they walked by. The old wolf reached the front of the pack and looked right at Lowf.
A shiver of fear went down his spine and he glanced at Wolf. The roles were reversed, he was looking to her on how to behave.
She seemed to realise this too, and obviously lowered herself a bit, eyes a bit to the side.
Lowf tried to copy, lowering himself to the wolf’s level, not making eye contact. Every instinct was telling him to move, to get out of there. This was an entire pack of wolves, best to leave them alone, and they’ll leave you alone.
The old wolf growled a little, and looked at Wolf. Wolf scampered over to Lowf, and turned human.
“Come to her. Legs do not work as good.”
“I understand,” everything was telling him that this was the worst idea possible. But he trusted Wolf.
Keeping low, he made his way towards the old wolf. Wolf was next to him as a human, maybe she was suddenly very aware that he didn’t understand?
“Stop,” she said, and he did. There was still a good two metres between him and the old wolf. Wolf changed to pup and stood between the two groups, ears and eyes flicking between the two.
The old wolf made her way over, and stopped so close that if he leaned forward, his nose could touch hers. Lowf still dared not make eye contact, and tried to control his breathing. He desperately wanted to run.
The old wolf chuffed and sniffed, close enough to ruffle his hair with her breath. She briefly looked away and chuffed at Wolf, who responded with a whine. The old wolf then stepped back and sat down.
Lowf felt like he could breathe again, then the old wolf lifted her head back and howled.
The rest of the pack joined in, and Wolf nudged him before she tilted her head back to howl too.
Lowf kneeled, cupped his hands to his mouth and joined in. His howls got lost in the more powerful howls of the wolves, yet he didn’t feel the need to stop. The howls blended together like a choir, those who needed to breathe fading out while the others carried on, before joining back in again.
Eventually the howls faded, and Lowf looked back at the wolves. They were all sniffing and licking each other, which all stopped as the old wolf stood up, and made her way back into the forest.
The rest of the pack began to follow, and Wolf paused, one paw off the ground and head tilted. She turned back to where Lowf was kneeling, darted over and up to lick his face before bounding into the trees.
Lowf let out a long breath, but given that he was still here, he assumed he’d passed this test the old wolf had been attempting. He tried to stand, but his legs nearly gave out from underneath him, knees trembling.
Oh.
He managed to reach the side of his hut, half stumbling, half crawling, and slumped against the wall. Seemed like he would be sleeping outside again. He could live with that.
He woke up again to Wolf clambering onto his chest at dawn, and he simply smiled warmly before going back to sleep.
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Later that day, when Lowf had mostly recovered and Wolf was knocking the hoop between her hands across the floor, Lowf had to ask.
“Did I pass?”
“…Mostly,” Wolf responded. “Told her you did not know how to talk, so she was more…” Wolf growled as the word failed to come to her.
“Lenient? Forgiving?”
“…Understand…able?”
“Understanding.”
“Understanding,” Wolf nodded.
“Who is she, to you?”
“She is…” Wolf growled again. “You but girl.”
Lowf took a minute to work out what she meant.
“…She is your mother?”
“Aye.”
Lowf sat down heavily, stunned. “I met your mother?”
Wolf tilted her head, then scowled, growling. “Words!”
“Take your time,” the words were out automatically.
“She… found me. Did not…” words failed Wolf again and she growled in frustration.
“She did not give birth to you?”
“Birth?”
Lowf felt a sudden sense of dread. He was not prepared for this conversation! Especially when she didn’t have the vocabulary!
“Um, she is not your blood mother. You do not share blood. Like you and I do not share blood, but I look after you.”
Wolf nodded slowly, seeming to understand. “Aye. Not same blood, but looked after me.”
“Do you know who your blood mother is?”
Wolf shook her head. “Should I?”
“You do not have to. If you do not know, then it does not matter.”
Wolf nodded, accepting that answer.
“How long did she look after you?”
Wolf shrugged. “Long time. Always.”
“We have gone over numbers, can you work it out?”
Wolf frowned, and tapped her fingernails against the wood floor. “Wolves do not count. Just ‘one’ ‘few’ ‘many’.”
“But you can count. Do you remember?”
Wolf growled, trying to get the numbers to work and counting off her fingers. “…Four? Five? Do not know.”
“Four or five years?”
Wolf shrugged again, and went back to knocking the hoop back and forth.
Lowf at least recognised when a conversation was over, and managed to stand up, after that revelation. He was glad she didn’t tell him that last night, otherwise he would not have handled the pressure well. Caretaker to caretaker, how much was she judging him now?
His gaze went to Wolf, still batting the hoop across the floor. Hopefully, she thought he was doing a halfway good job.
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I realise that Wolf's explanation of how wolves count is a little bit of a retcon, but it can explained away. Her full wolf name is 'The One Who Walks on Few Legs and Many Legs', which is a bit of a mouthful for human language. 'The One Who Walks on Two and Four' is easier and close enough.
Lowf passed the vibe check! I don't know if I ever actually explained why Wolf got left with Lowf. She was initially raised by wolves, but once they started to realise that she wasn't ageing at the same rate (she aged at a human rate) the wolves realised that she couldn't really stay. Wolf's mother selected Lowf on account of his closeness to the forest, and was moderately pleased that it hadn't been a terrible decision.
And now, it is time for me to vanish into the ether once again. When will I post again? Even I don't know.
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Lowf needed supplies much earlier than usual. He was half convinced that this little girl was a horse shifter, given how she ate. Also, there was only so long bundling up one of his shirts was going last, and she needed to be around other people. Lowf would never claim to be a shining example of humankind.
Still, walking through the village… he never liked it. He was never a people person, and spending so much time alone, suddenly being surrounded by people was overwhelming.
The little girl, ‘Wolf’, he’d taken to calling her. She responded to both ‘Wolf’ and ‘Pup’, but Wolf would last longer through her life. Wolf had been a wild windstorm for the last few days, with brief pauses of trying to teach her some human things. Like how to say hello.
Now, however, as they walked into the village, Wolf clung to his side like a shadow, looking around with eyes as wide and bright as lamps, quiet as a ghost.
It would be a relief, if it wasn’t such a stark change of character.
He rested a hand on her head every now and then, since he could not convince her to hold his hand, and he felt a bit odd about it too. She seemed to prefer the occasional, reassuring touch.
He put a smile on his face and tried to make his normal deals, as well as asking for other supplies, like children’s clothes.
One of his old friends, the tailor (so his first call for clothes inquiries), burst out laughing when he told him what he wanted and why.
“You? With a child? Lowf the Woodsman? Who swore never to settle down and just live in the woods with nothing but him and the wolves?”
“Aye,” Lowf spoke through gritted teeth. “Just me and the wolves.”
The tailor continued to laugh. “I never thought I’d see this day!” he clapped Lowf hard on the shoulder. “You tried so very hard to avoid all this, and a child is dropped in front of you! The Island has a sense of humour, my friend!”
“You could say that,” Lowf sighed heavily.
The tailor managed to recover himself, although every now and again he’d burst into fresh giggles. “You, you are in luck! I think I still have my youngest’s old clothes, hold on,” he disappeared deeper into his workshop, still chortling.
Lowf let out a long sigh and looked down at Wolf. Or… where he thought Wolf was.
“Wolf?” he looked around, and spotted her trying to clamber up the counter the tailor often used. And it was tipping.
“WOLF!” he darted forward and yanked her away just as the counter fell with a groan and a great CRASH!
“What is going on back there!” the tailor yelled as Lowf tried to calm his heartbeat. Wolf sat still in his arms for a moment before trying to wriggle out again.
“Do not dare!” he hissed, and she growled and kept wriggling.
The tailor peeked his head through the door and pieced it all together. “Are you either of you hurt?”
“We are fine,” Lowf assured. “Although I may grow grey hair sooner than I expected.”
“Children will do that to you!”
“Have you found what you were looking for?” Lowf asked, trying to stand up and keep a grip on Wolf at the same time. She was easier to carry as a pup, she was smaller.
“Almost my friend, just a moment,” the tailor disappeared into his house before reappearing holding a shirt and pair of trousers. “I cannot do anything about shoes I fear, but these are a start. They might be a little large.”
“It cannot be larger than what she is already wearing.”
Lowf exchanged the new clothes for hide, Wolf tucked under his arm like a bundle of twigs. She seemed to give up for now, and Lowf didn’t put her down again until they were out of the door.
“Stay close, please,” he all but begged. He still didn’t know how much Wolf really understood, although she was learning quickly. Wolf looked up at him, then out at the street, which was averagely busy, a few people going about their day, and stepped closer to him.
“Come along then,” he began to walk to his next stop, Wolf in step with him.
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It might have been too soon.
He’d encouraged Wolf to play with the other children, and only after a few minutes of watching had she jumped straight in. He thought it would be fine, he still had some errands to run, other parents were watching, she would be fine.
He then heard screaming, and one of the mothers screeching. He left his pack at one house and bolted out in time to see a little girl with messy brown hair being dragged away from Wolf, arm bleeding.
Wolf was just standing there, and Lowf rushed in to grab her before things escalated. The mother spotted him and began to pierce his eardrums about how irresponsible he was and how dare he let a child who bites around other children.
It was all he could do to apologise profusely and make a run for it.
They reached the outskirts of the village before Lowf put Wolf back on the ground.
“What was that about?” he asked, out of breath, and only just noticing the small dripple of blood coming from her mouth. “Is that your blood?!”
Wolf shook her head, her grasp of human communication had come a long way in the last week.
“Then what happened?”
Wolf tilted her head, thinking hard about the words.
“…Play… Bite…Yelp…No play… Girl bite…why?”
“The other girl bit you too?”
Wolf nodded, crouching a little.
“But you bit first?”
Wolf nodded again, not making eye contact.
“Why?”
“Play.”
Lowf rubbed the space between his eyes, and tried to call on what he’d seen dogs do when they played.
“…You got carried away and bit too hard? But stopped when she cried out?”
Wolf frowned for a moment before nodding.
“But then she bit you?”
Wolf nodded again, and the frown was back. “Why?”
“I do not know, but… do not do that again. They are not wolves, they do not like being bitten. Nor are they used to it.”
“…No bite?”
“No bite.”
Wolf whined and suddenly she was a pup, rolling onto her back.
“No need for that,” Lowf recognised submissive behaviour when he saw it. “Let us go home, we can apologise in the morning.”
Wolf whined, but got up to follow him. He later remembered his pack, but he just resigned himself to picking it up tomorrow.
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I think Lowf is one of those parents who can attribute every single grey hair to something their kid has done
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Flow wasn’t certain that Wolf was going to come to archery, but was relieved when she did.
“What did Cyrus want?” she asked, as the two set up their standing quivers and dropped arrows in.
Wolf didn’t immediately answer, carefully checking the fletches on her arrows.
“He asked me to come to the Royal Fortress.”
Flow dropped her arrows with a great clatter, and she scrambled to pick them all up again.
“Why?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“There is another like me,” Wolf tested the strength of her bow. “His name is Raven.”
Flow still stared. “Are you going to go?”
Wolf glanced over, making sure that Flow was behind the quiver before she nocked her bow, pointing it at the target.
“Are you going to go to the Royal Fortress?” Flow asked again.
Wolf still didn’t immediately answer, loosing an arrow and missing the centre by quite a margin. “…I believe I might.”
“A stone fortress, away from the Whispering Forest? And the nearest trees are the Forest of Dawn Time? You cannot be serious.”
Wolf’s aim was even worse the second time, the arrow plinking off the side of the target and spinning to the ground.
“I am aware.”
“You would be in the King’s Court. You! I have never seen you sit or stand still, not once!”
“I am aware!” Wolf snapped, a growl escaping. “I am aware…”
“Then why, Wolf?” Flow felt a stone settling and sinking in her stomach. “Why would you want to go?”
“Because he is like me!”
“I did not think you cared!”
“I did not! Until… until I learned there was another. A raven no less. Possibly born the same year. You cannot deny that that is auspicious.”
“Then he can come here! Surely a raven is not happy in a fortress either!”
“I cannot speak for him. I simply have Cyrus’s invitation.”
Flow had managed to get her quiver sorted, and hands shaking, she nocked her bow and loosed. Her arrow also plinked off her target.
“Why now? Why not when you were a child? Surely it would be less painful to have you be raised there, rather than plucked from a peaceful life.”
“You would think,” Wolf’s next shot was better than her previous, at least it was on the target. “We are not doing well today.”
“We are both distracted,” Flow’s next shot was also better.
“Cyrus told me that he simply did not know I existed until recently.”
“And here we thought he knew everything.”
Wolf huffed. “It does the King good to spread the belief that he has powerful people on his side.”
“It certainly helps with someone like Baron Nevar,” Flow rolled her eyes. “It still does not make this right! He cannot seriously ask this of you!”
“Well, he has.”
“And you are going to accept?” the stone in Flow’s stomach sank through, leaving a hollow feeling.
“Most likely.”
“Why? Honestly, why? What do you get out of this?”
“I am not certain. Knowledge? Skills I would not gain elsewhere,” Wolf looked at Flow’s pained face. “If I truly hate it, I can come home.”
Home. The word thudded into Flow’s gut. At least she would consider the Whispering Forest home. Right?
“They would let you?”
“I think so. How could they stop me?”
“Cyrus is the one who brought magic back. He knows magic. Perhaps he could.”
“He could try,” Wolf loosed and the arrow thudded into the centre. “He would not succeed.”
“If he does try,” Flow aimed her bow. “Let me know, and I will free you.”
Wolf chuckled. “How would you even know to rescue me?”
“You need to howl loud enough. Or summon wolves, or use your new magic powers from learning under him.”
Wolf laughed harder. “I will bear that in mind!”
The two went quiet for a few minutes, each shot close to the last on their targets, until they both ran out of arrows and went to pull them out.
“You’re really going to go?” Flow asked, yanking on an arrow.
“Aye.”
“When?”
“Two days time.”
“So soon?”
“Aye.”
“Do not you dare leave without telling me.”
“I would not dream of it.”
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Cyrus the Astronomer hovered around the village for those few days, seemingly fascinated by everything. He seemed like a man who barely left his library; reading about things, but never experiencing them.
It didn’t fit with Flow’s knowledge of him. He brought back Time Wells, he made it so that magic could be performed again. Granted, that didn’t truly affect their village, but Timepieces were a common sight, and anyone old enough to remember before then still regarded them with awe.
Why then did he then oscillate between a knowable scholar and an excitable child?
Flow avoided him though, unable to stop glaring at him. He was taking her childhood friend away, and the hollow in her belly had expanded to her chest. Why? Why did she feel like this? Wolf was already nervous enough, even if she was set on going. She should be supportive!
Why did she feel like she was going to vomit at the thought of losing her?
Flow physically froze in the middle of lacing up her boot.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh spirits.
Wolf could not know. Not now. Why now? Why did she have to realise this now?!
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She watched Wolf meet Cyrus by Lowf’s hut, her pack over her shoulders. Her hair was tidy and leaf free in her plait, her boots brushed clean of mud and jerkin and leggings not having fur or wood shavings stuck in them for once.
Lowf also looked his best, although he had missed a twig in his hair. He fussed over Wolf, making sure her cloak wasn’t caught in her pack and brushing imaginary leaves from her hair.
“My wild Wolf,” he patted her shoulders. “Stay wild, for me.”
Wolf smiled. “I will try,” she dragged Lowf into a tight hug. The two muttered to each other, words so low that she doubted Lowf heard them properly. They parted, and Wolf went to Flow.
A pit opened in Flow’s chest and erupted into butterflies as Wolf smiled at her. Oh spirits. What a time to realise.
“The moment you believe it is not for you. You come home,” Flow managed to say.
“Of course, my friend,” Wolf’s smile turned a little sad. As if she knew. She pulled Flow into a tight hug. “I will miss you, deeply.”
“So will I,” Flow blinked rapidly. No. No. Now was not the time for tears. Yet, when they pulled out, Wolf’s eyes were suspiciously shiny.
They hovered there, in that moment. Faces close, both on the brink of tears. In that moment, Flow was certain Wolf was going to kiss her, and she would have kissed her back.
The moment passed and Wolf retreated. Of course, she didn’t know. She wasn’t going to.
Wolf continued to smile, even as it wobbled, before turning to Cyrus. “I am ready.”
Cyrus smiled warmly. “Then let us go.”
And like that, Wolf was gone.
Flow had lost her.
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A fairly bittersweet ending, although this was never going to end completely happily. We know from Anchor that Wolf didn't know about Flow's feelings. Perhaps she thought about it, and dismissed it.
I always got the impression that Nevar was never really taken seriously for a long time, hence Flow's dismissal of him, and this might be the first and only time Raven is mentioned in this mini series!
This is not quite the end for now. I have three new pieces, all on Lowf and Wolf's early days, then I will disappear into the ether once more!
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The first time Flow saw Wolf was when they were small children.
Flow was following her mother like a little duckling through the village, and coming the other way, was Lowf the Woodsman.
Lowf was a tall, lean man, with tanned skin and weather-beaten face, which also had some small scars from various forest related injuries. His dark, curly hair always had some leaves or twigs, or both stuck in it, and he always wore buckskin jerkin and leggings with light boots. He could be a little scary, until he smiled, which always made his eyes crinkle.
Lowf did not come into the village often, and when he did it was to trade for supplies he couldn’t find or make himself. He had, as he always did, a large pack over his shoulder, and he was going from business to business and house to house to trade furs, skins, meat and carved wood for whatever he needed.
Flow’s mother liked him for that. She’d trade dyes and pastries for choice meat and wood carvings she liked.
What made her pause today though, Flow almost walking into her, was who was with Lowf.
A little girl around Flow’s age, with wild grey hair and amber eyes. She wore one of Lowf’s old jerkins, tied around the waist with a bit of rope, but the hem still dragged on the ground, swamping her, while the arms were rolled up about ten times, just for her fingers to barely poke out.
The girl stuck to Lowf like sap, looking around with eyes as wide and bright as lamps. There was… something. Something wasn’t right.
Maybe it was the fact she barely blinked? Or hardly made eye contact with anyone? There was someone like that in the village and they were alright, but this girl…
Flow realised the feeling as she followed her mother to meet Lowf. She didn’t feel like she was looking at a girl her own age. She felt like she was looking into the face of a wolf.
Flow gripped her mother’s skirts and hid behind them, peeking out at the strange girl as the two grown-ups haggled. The other girl tilted her head at her, staring, unblinking. This time she made and held eye contact, and Flow felt such a shiver down her spine that she had to look away.
“Flow,” her mother said, gently pushing her out from behind her skirt. “This is Lowf’s… errr?”
“This is Wolf,” Lowf dodged the implied question. “Say ‘hello’, Wolf. Like we practiced.”
Wolf looked at Flow, and gave a stiff wave, sleeve flopping and barely revealing her palm. She glanced up at Lowf, who nodded encouragingly.
“I am Flow,” Flow held her hand out like her mother did when talking to new people. Wolf stared at her hand like it was a fish that suddenly leapt out of the river and started walking.
She looked up at Lowf, who tried to mime shaking Flow’s hand. Wolf then held her hand out, and bobbed it up and down without touching Flow’s hand. It was Flow’s turn to stare like Wolf was a walking fish.
Flow’s mother let out a high pitched titter that Flow had never heard before, then took Flow by the shoulders and steered her away from the pair, calling her thanks for the meat over her shoulder as they walked away, quickly.
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Flow wouldn’t see her again for another few weeks. Wolf wasn’t wearing Lowf’s shirt anymore, instead she was wearing slightly baggy shirt and trousers; clothes more appropriate for a child of around five summers, and didn’t look like she was going to trip over the hem every few seconds.
Flow wasn’t sticking to her mother this time. Instead she was with the other children in the village, who were running all over the place, shrieking and horsing around, as small children tended to. A few grown-ups watched, to make sure that no one got hurt, but mostly the children were left to themselves.
Wolf was standing on the edge of the group, watching the children play, and trying to work… something, out. Flow tried to watch, but quickly got drawn back into the chasing.
Then Wolf was in there.
She leapt for the older boys and rolled around on the ground, growling and getting thrown to the ground, but she bounced right back again. When the older children realised that this one wasn’t going to scream if she fell over, they began to tussle with her too.
The game began to centre on the older children and Wolf, and the younger ones got bored, wandering off back to their parents.
Flow huffed and pouted at the pile of wrestling children. She wanted to play too! She didn’t cry when she fell over either! With the deepest scowl she could muster, Flow dove into the fray, finding Wolf in the pile and rolling around on the ground with her.
She didn’t see Wolf’s face going furry, her teeth lengthening as she got too into the game. Then fangs sank into Flow’s arm.
Flow shrieked and the fangs were instantly gone. The shriek turned from pain to anger, and Flow bit Wolf right back.
The yelp sounded so much like a dog that Flow recoiled in surprise, but the game was already spoilt. The older children were screaming and the grown-ups were yelling, and Flow was being dragged back by her mother.
Lowf had also grabbed Wolf and was pulling her away, the other girl having a stunned expression on her face. A small dribble of blood fell from Wolf’s mouth, and with the arrival of stinging pain, Flow realised that her arm was bleeding.
Her mother’s screeching could only be heard by dogs at this point, and Lowf’s apologies were so quick that they all blurred into a mess of noise. All while Wolf and Flow stared at one another, being dragged away from each other.
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It was rare to see Lowf in the village more than once a week, but he was there the next day after the incident, knocking on the door to Flow’s family’s house.
Flow peered around the wall as her father answered the door, and Lowf explained in low tones why he was here.
“Flow!” her father called into the house, and Flow couldn’t hide her eavesdropping anymore, scurrying up behind him. On her arm was a fresh bandage where Wolf had bit her, and there were a few small bruises from roughhousing, but otherwise she was fine.
Wolf was hiding behind Lowf’s legs, peering out at Flow with those wide, amber, eyes. Flow didn’t think she was looking at a wolf’s face now. Now she saw a scared girl her age, who really didn’t want to be here.
Lowf crouched a bit, to more level to the girls. Earth brown eyes looked at Flow and glanced back at Wolf.
“Hello, Flow. Wolf has something she would like to say, isn’t that right?” Lowf looked pointedly at Wolf, who took a deep breath. Lowf muttered something that Flow couldn’t hear, and Wolf looked right at Flow.
“I am, sorry. For… for biting you,” she looked up at Lowf, who nodded. She looked back at Flow, speaking haltingly. “I… I did not know, that I was not allowed to do that.”
Lowf grinned and patted her on the back, and Wolf relaxed.
“I’m sorry too,” Flow said, before tilting her head. “Does that mean I get to say I got bit by a wolf?”
“Flow!” her father admonished, while Lowf laughed.
“If you would like!”
“And you can say you got bit by a person!” Flow said to Wolf, who blinked at her, but Flow continued on. “We can play again, but we can’t bite each other again!”
Wolf looked at Lowf, who nodded and pointedly looked back at Flow.
Wolf nodded and held out her hand. Flow took it in her pudgy, small child hand, and the two shook like grown-ups did.
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The first bit takes place mere days after Lowf found Wolf, and he's still getting used to it. Flow was too young to realise that Lowf was constantly thinking 'Spirits... what am I doing?'
This is going to be a four part mini thing, just on Flow and Wolf's relationship through the ages. Writing Wolf as a young child was interesting, especially when dealing with Flow. I like the idea that to people other than Lowf, Wolf was just this weird, spooky kid for a while.
Oh, and Flow definitely bragged for weeks that she got bit by a wolf! She didn't actually know that Wolf was a wolf for a little bit though. I did miss a trick not writing that realisation.
and thank you to @fairyofsomething for proofreading and making sure everything makes sense!
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Wolf and Flow sat in front of Flow’s house, watching the people of old Alaunus go by, smelling smoke drifting from roofs and listening to the many voices of people living. How many of them remembered now? Did these children playing with sticks listen to stories of Alaunus? Did they dream of it? Did they even care?
“Some things do not change,” Flow chuckled, watching a pair of children pretend that their sticks were swords.
“Aye, they do not,” Wolf smiled.
“You used to bite me when we did that.”
“I had been a wolf longer than I had been a human at that point. Wolf pups bite. And if recall, you bit me back.”
Flow let out a bark of laughter. “Ah yes! I got in a lot of trouble for that with my parents.”
“As did I. Lowf still has the scars from when I bit him.”
“As do I!” Flow rolled up her sleeve, revealing an old, tiny, bite scar. Wolf winced.
“My apologies.”
Flow waved it off. “Water under the bridge, my friend. We were not even ten summers; children play rough, that is how they learn.”
“Aye,” Wolf watched the children now. One of them was pretending to scythe grass, while another might have been dancing to music only they could hear, thudding the stick into the ground rhythmically.
“Most of the children our age were afraid of me, I think,” Wolf remembered, half a smile curling on her lips. “I cannot imagine why they were afraid of the half wild girl who lived in the woods,” she chuckled.
“I was afraid of you too,” Flow admitted. “I used to hide behind my mother’s skirts when you and Lowf came into the village.”
Wolf placed her hand to chest in mock horror. “You wound me, Flow!” she mock gasped, before grinning. “I know, I saw. I thought you were going to be terrible at hunting if you kept doing that.”
“I never had your patience for hunting,” Flow tilted her head to the side. “Fighting on the other hand.”
“You could probably still beat me in a sparring match.”
“Do not doubt it!” Flow laughed, lifting a crutch into the air. “I come with weaponry included!”
“As do I!” Wolf allowed her fangs to grow as she grinned, before shrinking them back.
“On the forest edge at dawn?”
“Naturally.”
The two fell into another bout of laughter, not serious about the fight.
“That said, I grew to love you like a sister,” Flow said once the laughter had faded. “Although, I think you wished for the love to be different?”
All the humour drained from Wolf, and she glanced at Flow before finding the horizon.
“…Aye. For a time. You did not feel the same, so the matter rested.”
“… I did. Feel the same,” Flow clarified. Wolf slowly turned to look at her.
“Then why did you not say?”
“I did not realise until… until Cyrus came, and I realised that I was going to lose you. I was too much of a coward to speak.”
Wolf stared. “And… when I returned?”
“I was still a coward,” Flow chuckled, but there was little humour. “I had the courage to throw myself into battle, no matter who asked, but to admit to one of my oldest friends that I had romantic feelings for them? That was too much of an ask.”
“Flow, you have never been a coward.”
“You do not have to lie to me.”
“I am not. You are at least telling me now.”
“There is that,” Flow winced and shifted her position slightly. “One day my leg will realise it has gone,” she grumbled. “Besides, you were destined for things greater than me.”
“Do not say that!”
“I am not wrong,” Flow looked at Wolf. “I would have been an anchor, holding you in the harbour. When you should have been sailing free.”
“Forgive me if I am wrong, but is an anchor not always part of the ship? An anchor does not hold a ship back, but merely prevents it from drifting to unsafe waters.”
“The Royal Fortress was not dangerous,” Flow countered. “You would have been a grand ship, languishing in the harbour.”
“Or my anchor could have come with me.”
“Truly?” Flow raised an eyebrow. “Cyrus would not have allowed me, surely you understand that.”
“An agreement could have been made.”
“You do not believe that any more than I do. A commoner with two born shifters and the princess? Be realistic, Wolf. Apart or together, if you had known it would only have hurt us both.”
“You think it did not hurt to leave you behind?”
“Then the pain would have been sharper.”
“If you had been able to join me, then perhaps…”
“Perhaps what? Perhaps I would not have lost my leg? And perhaps you would not have been exiled? We all have our pain to harp on, Wolf. You know this.”
“The what-if’s, could-have-been’s, I am aware.”
Flow blew out of her cheeks. “Perhaps I should not have told you this.”
“No. I am glad you told me. Whether events would have gone differently if you had told me sooner, is impossible to know for certain.”
“Aye,” Flow sighed. “And, I have certainly moved on from that. We were young, we are not the same people now as we were then.”
“Aye. I still hold great fondness for you, but my romantic feelings for you have subsided.”
“I am glad we can agree,” Flow glanced at Wolf. “You know, I was not entirely joking about fighting at dawn.”
“Were you not?” a smile grew on Wolf’s face. “Then your request shall be honoured,” she held her hand out, mostly upright.
Flow looked at it, and with her own grin she clasped Wolf’s hand in her own.
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While I had always planned that Wolf would have had a childhood crush, I always intended for it to be some unnamned character, not Flow. This is what happens when you listen 'Never Love an Anchor' by the Crane Wives on repeat!
And would you look at that, I'm back! Kinda. I got a burst of inspiration listening to that song, and I got a few pieces out of it, but after a few weeks I will most likely disappear into the ether again
Thank you to @fairyofsomething for always being up for beta read even if it’s completely out of the blue
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Wolf was avoiding her.
Flow couldn’t entirely prove it, but Wolf had had an excuse for the last week to not spar like they usually did. In the village Flow had noticed Wolf avoid her house, avoid her. She didn’t think that Wolf had noticed that she’d noticed, but she had.
After a week of no proper explanations, Flow was getting irritated… and scared, but she wasn’t going to admit that! Wolf was her oldest friend, why wouldn’t she tell her what was wrong?!
She finally made her way to Lowf’s hut, intent on getting answers.
Lowf’s brush stick wasn’t outside, so he must be out. The door was propped open though, and Flow could hear the sound of a knife hacking at wood.
As Flow got closer the sound stopped, Wolf must have heard her.
“Hello… Flow,” Wolf’s voice floated out, voice pitched higher than usual.
“What is going on?” Flow decided not to waste time, marching over to the door and looking through. “You have been avoiding me all week!”
Wolf sat on the floor, surrounded by curled wood shavings, lump of wood in one hand, knife in the other. Her grey hair, held back by a plait these days, was flecked with wood shavings, while her face was… pink?
“I…,” Wolf didn’t look at her, finding the wood she was holding fascinating.
“Wolf? Wolf, please? What is going on?”
“I…” Wolf took a deep breath. “I am not certain that I can properly explain.”
“Try. Please?”
Another, even deeper, breath. “For the last few weeks, I have been noticing a strange sensation when I am around you. I… It feels as though butterflies are flying in my stomach. I know I have not eaten pupae; it is the wrong time of year to make that mistake! I asked Lowf and he did not know and the feeling is strange and I do not know what it means-!”
“Wolf…” Flow stared at her, stomach sinking. She couldn’t be, surely? “Wolf. Have you ever felt like that around anyone else?”
Wolf tilted her head to the side, as she often did while she was thinking. “I… do not believe so? Perhaps with another girl, but not to this intensity.”
Flow closed her eyes for a moment.
“What is it?” there was a scuffle and the sound of something falling as Wolf stood up. “Is everything alright?”
“Wolf…you have romantic feelings for me.”
Flow didn’t want to open her eyes, but from the silence it seemed like Wolf was just as stunned as she had been moments earlier.
“That…That sounds, correct. Yes,” Wolf let out a nervous laugh, and Flow had to open her eyes. “I… Um…”
“Wolf, I do not feel the same,” something unpleasant curled in Flow’s belly, worsening as Wolf’s face fell. “I am sorry, my friend. I wish I could tell you different.”
“…I see,” Wolf’s face creased, and she rapidly clenched and unclenched her fists. “I see. I suppose then, nothing has to change? We can forget this happened?”
“Of course!” Flow lied. She could not forget this.
“That is good!” Wolf’s sudden grin seemed forced. “I will happily spar with you tomorrow, but I believe I need to… hunt! We are low on supplies.”
“Of course, of course,” Flow stepped back, and Wolf put her carving tools down, and walked straight past her. Wolf didn’t even pause as she changed form, slipping fluidly from human to wolf, and vanishing into the trees.
Flow managed to wait a good minute before her conscience caught up.
“Wolf! Wait!”
Flow had been in the Whispering Forest before, had spent many a day clambering over low trees and logs, scaring small animals and finding interesting mushrooms. But never had she gone in with the intent of chasing a wolf.
The undergrowth seemed to blockade her, scratching and pulling on her clothes and hair as she tried to pass through. Tracking Wolf wasn’t hard, she’d taken off at a run and her prints shone like a beacon in the mud and moss. Yet, Flow could not catch up.
She stopped by a half rotten log, doubled over and breathing heavily. What had she been thinking? She couldn’t catch up with Wolf in here, especially if she didn’t want to be found.
The back of her neck prickled, and she froze. Slowly, slowly she lifted her head up.
Right across from her, unnervingly close, was a wolf.
Out here, in the forest, she didn’t register the white tip to the muzzle, the brown mantle on the shoulders, the shining amber eyes. Her mind just screamed ‘danger’.
This didn’t look like her friend, whose tongue would loll and grin before trying to shove her. Whose tail would wag and paws would tap if she smelt something cooking.
Staring at her with cold, intelligent eyes, ears slightly forward and tail still, was a wolf.
Flow barely dared to breath, some primal part of her telling her that she stayed very, very still, it would leave her alone.
The wolf let out a chuff and melted back into the trees. Flow finally felt like she could breathe again. Her mind caught up and she realised that obviously she hadn’t been met by a mundane wolf.
“Wolf, I am sorry,” she spoke to thin air, certain Wolf could hear her. “I truly am. I cannot help my feelings any more than you can help yours.”
There was an obvious rustle, and Flow snapped her head towards it. The wolf was back, but now Flow could finally see Wolf. She was mostly full grown now, although her paws and ears were still slightly oversized. No longer a gangly young wolf, close to adult. They both were.
Wolf whined and sat a few metres from her, before whining again and looking away, ear still pointed at her. In a blink she shifted back to human, still sat there, still looking away. Even in the low light that filtered through the trees, Flow could see her eyes shining.
Wolves, it appeared, could not cry.
“I don’t understand,” Wolf’s voice wobbled. “We… We are fine, we are still friends… are we not?”
Flow sat down where she was. “Aye.”
“Then it should not hurt… why does it hurt?”
“I do not know! Love is stupid, it hurts when it is not supposed to!”
Wolf sniffed. “Aye, so that it appears,” she wiped her face. “My apologies. I do not know what…” her voice broke and she looked away.
“…Do you want me to leave you alone?”
“…I truly do not know,” there was a watery laugh. “Perhaps it is for the best if you went home. It will be dark soon.”
“If I do, will you be okay?”
Wolf tried to smile at her. “Of course, my friend.”
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It was still not the same.
Wolf, who would rest her head on her shoulder, or hold her hand, and be quick to hug, physically withdrew from Flow. She fidgeted so much more, playing her fingers, or the tips of her hair, even pulling at it while particularly distracted.
Flow tried to hold her hand, and Wolf flinched like she’d been stung.
“Wolf, please.”
“…It feels different,” Wolf muttered. “It makes the butterflies worse.”
“If I keep doing it, then the butterflies will calm down,” Flow took Wolf’s hand again, and this time Wolf didn’t snatch it away. “Is that better?”
“It is… not as bad.”
“We can stay friends,” Flow assured, and Wolf ran her thumb over Flow’s knuckles.
“Thank you.”
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I'd put them both around 15/16 years old for this, and we're into the juicy bit! I will reiterate that romance is not my strong suit and typical Raven dialogue can be extremely clunky.
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It wasn’t far away from the hut when Raven of Old landed, shifting to human form.
“Feathery pile of compost?!” he was close to losing his composure, the feathers on his cloak and in his hair puffing up in indignation.
“Oh do calm down, it is not the worst he could have called you.”
“Aye, because he seemed like a man so prone to restraint!”
“He is justifiably angry.”
“He is an old man; it is unlikely that he could have shot me.”
“I remember him being a better archer than you my friend, and you are an excellent archer.”
“You are biased.”
“Maybe I am, would you wish to test this?”
“One day, perhaps.”
“When his sight has failed him and his hands are no longer steady?”
“You insult me.”
“I am jesting.”
Raven of Old shook his head and the two of them walked. Neither of them needed to, Wolf could make a portal back to Raven’s campsite quite easily. Yet the option was not brought up.
“I may need to speak with him mind.”
“Whatever for?”
“Well, he is you guardian, and Raven is my protégé, and if you have intentions-”
“RAVEN!”
Raven of Old started chuckling. “It is my turn to jest my friend. Your relationships are none of my business.”
“I am not having this conversation with you either,” Wolf snapped. “I barely know my own thoughts on the matter!”
“Very well,” Raven of Old backed off. “As I said, merely jesting. I am not certain I would enjoy a serious conversation on this topic.”
“Aye, I would not either,” Wolf paused and lifted her staff. “Let us return to Raven’s camp.”
“Aye.”
Raven’s camp was full of sleeping Warriors, while Raven herself was sitting in a tree, keeping watch. She looked up as Raven of Old and Wolf stepped through the portal, and gracefully slipped down from the tree.
“A successful trip?” she asked.
“Indeed, although Lowf did attempt to shoot me out of the sky,” Raven of Old informed before Wolf could speak.
“As I said, justifiably angry,” Wolf sighed. “He did also call him ‘a feathery pile of compost’ among other things.”
Raven snorted with sudden laughter before struggling to regain her composure. Raven of Old raised an eyebrow.
“It is not that amusing.”
“It is highly amusing,” Wolf corrected.
“It is, mildly amusing,” Raven compromised.
Wolf looked across at the Warriors while Raven of Old huffed. “My apologies Raven,” she said, “I did not realise you would be with Warriors tonight.”
“They are beginning their trials, and unfortunately Nevar can still deploy his demons,” Raven cast around quickly.
“I cannot smell them,” Wolf assured, taking a few deep sniffs to be safe.
“That is good.”
“If the two of you wish to converse, then I can keep watch for a time,” Raven of Old offered.
“It is a kind offer Wise One,” Raven noted, ignoring Wolf’s glare at Raven of Old.
“The two of you meet only once a month. Enjoy your time together. I will keep watch,” Raven of Old assured, easily climbing into the tree and taking Raven’s position.
“Well then,” Raven looked at Wolf, “Shall we find somewhere to talk?”
“Aye, let us do so,” Wolf glared at Raven of Old one last time before following Raven beyond the earshot of the sleeping Warriors.
The moon shone down as they entered a glade, and Wolf felt her ears start burning. Damn Lowf! Damn him for bringing this up!
“Is something the matter Wolf?” Raven asked.
“It is nothing. Lowf is infuriating at times and I was reminded of something he said. That is all,” it wasn’t a lie, technically. No, it was a lie of omission.
“He was your guardian, was he not?”
“Aye.”
“Then it is his job to embarrass you.”
“Aye, that it is,” Wolf chuckled. “It was good to see him though, and Flow.”
“I am not certain you mentioned Flow previously.”
“Oh, she was my closest friend when I was young. My sparring partner,” Wolf sighed. “However she did make a fair point. I have barely aged a day in several decades, while she wears those decades with pride. We are not who we were.”
“I feel as though you have said that many times.”
“Aye, I would wager that I have!” Wolf chuckled, before letting it fade. “The years blurred together significantly while I was in the north. It was not as though I was unaware of the passage of time, it was merely, inconsequential. And now I am being faced with it again. It is jarring.”
���It is indeed strange to think that in 1,000 years time you would still be here, looking as you do now.”
“You speak as though you would not be there.”
“I, I do not know,” Raven ran a hand down her staff. “Raven of Old will want his Staff of Power returned to him at some point, surely? This was never meant to be a permanent solution, I am standing in. And… is he immortal without his staff?”
“I believe that he is, and I may well be also,” Wolf sighed. “I was without my staff for many years and did not age, and from what Satyarani has said of the Secret Temple…”
“I see. Cyrus did mention something about the two of you being ‘interesting cases’, or something similar.”
“That does sound like something he would say,” Wolf looked up at the bright moon. “But know this my friend, if I am still here in 1,000 years, I would want you to be here also.”
Raven gave a small huff of amusement. “I appreciate that my friend, but we will have to see how likely that is in the future.”
“Would you still wish to be here, 1,000 years from now?” Wolf asked. “Not everyone desires immortality.”
“I am uncertain. I would certainly like to not be alone, but eternity is a long time to be fighting against Nevar.”
“Aye,” was all Wolf could say.
Raven turned her gaze to the moon. “I value your friendship, and perhaps if time is limited, it would make it more the sweeter?”
“Perhaps. But perhaps not. What could be more wonderful than a friendship that lasts a millennium?”
“That is if the friendship does not fall apart in that time. You have spent near two decades wallowing in old pain and betrayal. Imagine that on the scale of centuries.”
Wolf pulled a face. “You make a good point.”
“Aye,” Raven looked over at her. “I did not ask in detail, but I gather your trip today was both amusing and infuriating?”
“Aye Flow is, still Flow. Meanwhile Lowf insulted and threatened to shoot Raven of Old out of the sky. Twice.”
“Ah yes, you did say. I shall take care not to fly in that area.”
“Aye, that is likely for the best. Unless you wish to practice fancy flying.”
“I will pass on that I fear.”
“Very well,” Wolf smiled. “Lowf is an excellent shot, if he does not wish to hit you, then he will not.”
“That is… some comfort.”
“You must have family in one of the villages,” Wolf realised. “Unless of course this is a sensitive subject?”
“Not at all, it simply has not come up,” Raven leaned on her staff. “Both my parents still live; I visit from time to time. It is not that interesting if I am honest.”
“Do you have siblings?”
“Aye, several. Our own ‘flock’ if you will,” Raven smiled her joke. “I was not the only Warrior in the family, but the only one to make ‘Ultimate Warrior’. My parents were so proud.”
Wolf was leaning on her staff, listening intently. “What do they think now?”
“They worry, but they are still proud. It is a little embarrassing if I am honest.”
“Is it not their job to be embarrassing?”
Raven let out a small snort of laughter. “Well played my friend.”
“I am sure if I were to visit then they would take great delight in embarrassing you further,” Wolf teased.
“Please remind me to never inform you of where they live. And I should remind you that Raven of Old knows where Lowf lives.”
Wolf clicked her tongue. “You appear to have the upper hand here, but I may be able to sniff them out, even the field as it were.”
“You may try if you so wish, but I would wager that I could reach Lowf more swiftly than you could find my family.”
“Would you like to make that wager?”
“I fear I have no thoughts on what to bet, perhaps another time.”
“As you wish.”
The two fell into a comfortable silence. Raven planted her staff into the ground and sat on a tree stump, and after a moment Wolf wandered over, planting her staff and leaning against a tree.
“I have something to confess,” Raven said quietly, although in the stillness of the night and with Wolf’s ears she easily heard it.
Wolf felt her face burn and she stared into the middle distance. She could not assume anything.
“Oh?” she simply asked.
“I know something of what it is like to lose a Staff of Power.”
Wolf’s head shot around to look at Raven, who was also staring into the middle distance. “You do?!”
“Aye.”
“Why did you not mention this sooner?”
“When I met you, you were in pain, and pain is not a contest, so it was not relevant. Since then it has not come up.”
“But… what happened? Why did you have a Staff of Power previously?”
“I am not certain if Erina told you about the quest to Alaunus, but three Warriors retrieved an acorn from the Enchanted Oak, with the intention of planting it on the mainland to carve more Staffs of Power. Raven of Old’s Ultimate Warriors were all given one, myself included.”
“Given? It was not hewn by you?”
“No, it was not.”
Wolf nodded slowly. “My apologies, what happened?”
“The Ultimate Battle against Nevar. My Staff was destroyed in the Battle.”
Raven said this so matter-of-factly that it left Wolf blinking and reeling. Yet, it was with the same level of swiftness and nonchalance that Wolf spoke of her time as captive.
“I am sorry my friend,” Wolf sat on the ground next to Raven’s stump. “I did not know.”
“It is quite alright. It was an awkward subject to bring up, but our conversation on immortality reminded me of it.”
“It does certainly reframe your points. You had your own Staff of Power, yet you did not craft it yourself. You do not know if you are immortal.”
“Aye, I do not know. I have clearly aged since I gained and then lost the staff.”
“I was not the age I appear now when I gained my Staff of Power,” Wolf assured, one hand on her staff. “I did continue to age until a certain point, as did Raven of Old and Erina.”
“I see, that does make sense, and you continued to not age without your staff, but your staff was not destroyed, merely out of your reach.”
“Aye,” Wolf tilted her head so that it was leaning against the stump, thinking. “Should it come to pass that Raven of Old wishes for his old position, and Staff of Power, returned, then it would only be fair for you to carve your own, personal, Staff of Power.”
“Wolf…”
“You have done so much for all of us, it would be the least any of us could do.”
“…I… thank you, my friend.”
“It is, of course, up to you, but I believe you deserve such an honour. The three of us I feel only gained such power by accidents of birth. A princess and two born shapeshifters. None of us had control over these things and yet were rewarded for them. You on the other hand, would have truly earned it, and I feel that that makes it more right. You have a greater right to it than any of us.”
“…And Nevar? Did he earn it?”
“No. He did not. He stole it as I understand. Perhaps, somewhere in his mind, he was somewhat justified. His actions however outweigh whatever justification he felt he had.”
“I see,” Raven looked at her staff. “It, it was not an option I dared consider for more than a moment. The three of you are… almost mythical in some aspects.”
“Oh come now, you have known me for some time, and you believe that I am in any way mythical?” Wolf paused. “Excluding the obvious.”
Raven paused to think, staring into the trees.
“There are times, when I see the Warlord you were, that you could have been. When you square your shoulders and look through people. When you grip your staff in both hands and the wind grows cold. That is when you are the most untouchable.”
“That is deliberate, and I do not have much reason to do it anymore. And I have no reason to do it with you. I do not wish to do that with you.”
“I am struggling to put this in words,” Raven sighed heavily. “I do not feel as though I am in the same place as you, sometimes.”
“You are younger than us, that is true… Do you still see Raven of Old as a mentor?”
“Aye, yes.”
“That might be it. Perhaps you need to see him fall on his face again.”
Raven gave a surprised snort of laughter.
“I am serious! For all of his poise and restraint, he is still a man, and a bird. Yet I have seen mundane ravens slide down snowy rocks in the same way human children sled down a hill. My point is that he is not perfect, and I would say that you have reached the point where you are equal to him.”
“…I am not certain that I feel the same way.”
“It may not be quick, but it will come, I am sure of it. As I said, you have more than earned this.”
“I thank you for your confidence in me, my friend.”
“It appears I am making up for your lack of confidence, which I cannot say that I expected from you.”
“I am confident in my skills as a Warrior, and I am moderately confident in my ability to be Raven, and yet Raven of Old has so much more experience.”
“Aye. But he is him and you are you. You are your own Raven, you bring your own experiences to the role. You are more empathetic than he tended to be, for example.”
“Thank you,” Raven squared her own shoulders. “Enough of this topic. I did not require my soul to be bared tonight.”
“If you wish for something lighter, then may I suggest stargazing? The sky is wonderfully clear tonight.”
“That does sound lovely.”
Leaving their staffs where they were planted, Wolf and Raven lay on the cool ground. Raven’s hair spread out from behind her head like a flower in bloom and she rested her hands on her belly. Wolf’s hair remained in her plait as always, but her hand’s mirrored Raven’s.
The stars glittered above them and Wolf took a deep breath through her nose. The soft smell of cooling earth and grass, the faint smell of leaves and small animals. And the smell of Raven. Of feathers and leather and the forest.
Now was not the time. If there was any chance that Raven did not see herself as equal in standing to Wolf, if there was any chance that Wolf was mistaken, then she would leave it. It would not be fair.
If Raven turned out to be immortal, then the two of them would have all the time in the world.
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A lot of headcanon here, basically summing up my thoughts on immortality in the Raven series (of which I have a more organised piece on now), of which a lot of it comes from Secret Temple. The idea seems to be that there's two kinds of immortality, born immortals, and made immortals, with possibly some sub categories within those. For example Erina and Nevar are both made immortal because they received Staffs of Power, and that applies to the Ultimate Warriors too, but since they never made their own Staffs, they were given them, it leads me to wonder if there's some level of dependency or connection to Raven of Old that cannot be shaken, since presumably he was the one who carved them? It's not a question I have a solid answer to honestly.
Raven having had her own Staff of Power previously, while headcanon, I find is highly supported in canon. In the series 11 trailer, RoO says to Raven that 12 years ago, she was a Warrior facing his challenges. This was shown in 2017 and the series aired the same year. That would have put Raven as a Warrior around 2005. By that point RoO was definitely handing out Staffs of Power to Ultimate Warriors (A practice that began in series 2, which aired the end of 2003 to the beginning of 2004). Which of course raises the question, why doesn't she have one now? That's my answer, it was destroyed or otherwise lost.
Which honestly, decent tactical decision from Nevar. If your enemy has an army of immortals, but that immortality is tied to something, destroy it!
Also, as much as I love the idea of Raven having a Staff that is truly her own, I have no ideas for the design, at all!
And I am not done rambling, because I shall talk about something will probably come back to bite me, Wolf and Raven's relationship. Over the mini series I more or less beat you over the head with the fact that Wolf has feelings for Raven but can't quite work out exactly what they. I see both camps for platonic and romantic, and despite cross posting on four platforms I don't get a lot of engagement (love my regular commenter on Ao3). So I only have them and my beta reader to really ask, and they both have different opinions. So what I have done? Copped out that's what!
I will, for some scenarios, write two version of them, one where Wolf has platonic feelings, and one where there is romantic. This will in no way come back to bite me! At all!
It will also lead to ambiguous moments like the end of this, where it could be taken either way.
Okay, I think I'm done rambling, have a good day!
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A hut came into view just within the treeline, and Flow slowed down.
“While I do wish to see his reaction your hair, I will hang back for now,” she came to a stop, looking at Wolf.
“I see.”
“I can knock if you would like?”
“No, I am capable,” Wolf squared her shoulders and took a deep breath. “I am fine.”
Flow huffed. “No one is fine my friend.”
“You are not helping.”
“I am aware.”
Wolf sighed heavily. “I have too many friends who wear self-satisfied smirks.”
“You have a preference it appears.”
“I despise you all.”
“Of course you do.”
Wolf growled under her breath, making Flow laugh. Still, she walked up to the hut.
Out here she could smell more clearly, the scents not muddled together like they were in the village. The hut smelt so strongly of Lowf it felt like a physical punch to the gut. The deep breath had the opposite effect than what it was supposed to.
Flow thankfully didn’t say anything, and Wolf marginally recovered enough to knock on the door.
“Yes yes I am coming!” called a crotchety sounding voice from the other side. Obviously Lowf, but gruffer with a bit of a rasp.
The door was flung open, and there stood Lowf.
Older, his thick dark hair was paler and streaked with grey. He stood as tall as he ever did and appeared in good health, although there were deep lines on sun darkened face.
His eyes went wide when he saw Wolf, and all words seemed to catch in her throat.
“…Lowf,” Wolf hated how her voice sounded. Thin and watery like she was going to cry.
Lowf didn’t immediately say anything. He reached his hand up, and without touching her face, traced the line of the scar down her cheek.
“My wild Wolf…”
Wolf’s throat burned and now she really was fighting back tears. She had been so glad for how upfront and loud Flow had been earlier.
“Oh, I do hope this is not my mind failing me,” Lowf sighed.
“I am right here,” Wolf took his hand in hers, feeling the rough warm palm. “I am so very sorry for not visiting sooner.”
“You are here now, and that is what matters,” Lowf looked her over, and frowned. “What have you done to your hair?”
“Lowf,” Wolf groaned as Flow began to cackle in the background.
“Did you dye it? You look as though you have barely aged a day and yet…”
“Yes I dyed it. I like how it looks.”
Lowf pulled a face, then relaxed and shook his head. “It does not truly matter. Come in Wolf.”
Wolf looked over her shoulder and Flow, who shook her head.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” she assured, and began to make her way back.
Looking up Wolf could see a raven circling overhead. Lowf followed her gaze and narrowed his eyes.
“Did they truly feel the need for an escort?” he growled.
“No, that is not what it is. I will explain, I promise.”
“You better had,” Lowf glared up Raven of Old before moving inside.
Wolf followed him in, and found that the hut was similar to the old one on the Island. A fire blazed in the hearth while a half-finished bow propped against the wall.
“Sit down sit down,” Lowf insisted and Wolf did so. “So, please do explain, why is the feathery demon following you?”
“Lowf please,” Wolf sighed. “Believe it or not, he is here for moral support.”
“Moral support?! The nerve of that man! After everything he had accused you of, he has the audacity-!”
“Lowf please, the time for that is past,” Wolf tried to interject.
“I never believed them. My Wolf would never betray Alaunus. I should never have let you scout alone. I should have insisted that I went with you.”
“You were nursing an injury after Bryn Bahan,” Wolf reminded. “And I had needed space to think. No one else could move as quickly through the Whispering Forest, we knew that.”
“I should have gone with you. I could have done something, prevented the thing that caused you to disappear.”
“Lowf, I do not wish to consider what they would have done to you if you have been there,” the thought filled her gut with ice.
“We sent a search party out by evening and managed to track you. All we found was a pit trap. Wolf, what happened?”
Wolf swallowed, and rather than straighten her shoulders and push it away, allowed the pain to be there. It was dulled now, not as sharp as it used to be. She could tell him.
And she did. She told him about her capture and time as a captive. Of the unexpected release and the burning camp. Of the initial exile and her anger, which faded into acceptance long ago.
The mention of the exile had Lowf fuming again.
“They claimed to know you, if they had truly known you then-!” he shook his head and stood up rapidly. “Is that feathered worms for brains excuse of a man still out there? I’ll shoot him down myself!”
“Lowf!” Wolf shot to her feet and stood in front of the door. “That is enough!”
“After everything he did to you Raven had the gall to call you traitor!” Lowf had found a bow and with greater force than she expected, Lowf pushed past Wolf and back outside.
She followed him, casting around for Raven of Old while Lowf shouted to the sky.
“WHERE ARE YOU?! I’LL SHOOT YOU OUT OF THE SKY!” his bow was nocked and ready to be drawn.
Wolf summoned every ounce of the self that Cyrus, Erina and Raven of Old had tried to forge. The Warlord she could have been.
“LOWF THAT IS ENOUGH!” she roared, slamming her staff down. Ice splintered across the ground and Lowf stopped yelling.
“This anger is not helpful,” Wolf continued, voice dangerously calm. “While it is justified, it is no longer necessary. I have recently begun to mend bridges with Erina and Raven, and while our relationship may never be exactly the same, we may be friends again. At the moment we are civil, even friendly, and it is a delicate place to be. So please, enough.”
Lowf’s shoulders slumped and he walked over to Wolf, but did not remove the arrow from his bow.
“I know. It makes me furious that they hurt you like that, but it is something you have moved past, that I can see.”
“The past cannot be changed. Believe me, I have wished the opposite for so very long. That being said, I am no longer exiled from Alaunus.”
“You are not?”
“Aye. Let us return inside Lowf, and I will tell you.”
Lowf reluctantly went back inside, removing the arrow from his bow. Wolf glanced at the raven perched on the roof, nonchalantly preening his wing.
“If he is as good a shot as I remember, then you should be grateful that I stopped him.”
Raven of Old croaked in response, shuffling his feathers and taking to the air again.
Once back inside Wolf picked up the story again. The spreading of the rot, the meeting of Raven and the quest. Returning to Alaunus to bring Raven of Old back to this realm, Erina finally lifting the exile.
Lowf’s anger still simmered under the surface, but he held it in check.
“I am sorry,” he said when Wolf finally finished, passing her some water. “I am so very sorry you had all this happen, I should have… I wish I had been able to help you in some way, made it bearable.”
Wolf smiled softly. “I had often wished the same. While I am certainly skilled in woodcraft I often found myself thinking it would be easier if you were there. I was out of practice when I was exiled. I did return to whittling however.”
“I am glad that you had that,” Lowf conceded. “But it is over now? You can return here.”
Wolf glanced away. “…I have responsibilities in the north. I intend to return here every other month.”
Lowf opened his mouth to object, then slowly closed it, letting out a long sigh. “Indeed, circumstances have changed greatly. You appear to have barely changed, but in truth the world ages without you,” he absent-mindedly ran a hand through his greying hair.
Wolf pulled a face. “I am indeed not the same person from when I last saw you, and neither are you. Time alone can change people, never mind events.”
Lowf took a deep breath and steepled his fingers. “Aye… I fear that I must confess something.”
“Oh?”
“After your exile was announced, I was so very angry. I was consumed by fury unlike anything I had experienced. It led to me to… it led me to deserting my post.”
“…and where did you desert your post to?” a suspicion formed in Wolf’s mind and she desperately hoped that it was wrong.
“Here. I was among the first to leave Alaunus, even before Glen Morrigan. I lost hope in the fight,” Lowf grimaced. “Selfish most likely. You are not the only one who carries guilt from then.”
Wolf sighed in relief. “I was afraid that you were going to tell me that you joined Nevar’s side. I had heard of some who had,” she added at Lowf’s alarmed expression.
“Of course not! I will admit that I knew of one who had, but it seemed the very opposite of productive or helpful. I have not seen them since however…”
“It is good that you have not. I would not be pleased with their presence,” Wolf growled.
“Aye,” Lowf glanced towards the door, but held himself in check. “However, you and Raven now?”
“As I said, delicate. The new Raven however, we are close,” Wolf smiled warmly.
“I see. I had heard from some of those who wished to be Warriors about this new Raven, although she has been at her post for several years, so calling her ‘new’ is perhaps a misnomer.”
“We call the other Raven, Raven of Old, which is more accurate.”
Lowf clicked his tongue in disapproval. “It makes him sound wiser than perhaps he is.”
“I could not comment,” Wolf declared. “After all, sometimes I close my eyes and all I see is that rat’s tail hairstyle and clean-shaven face he had when I first met him. He was not so wise then.”
“He was a young man; young men are rarely wise.”
“You would of course, be speaking from experience.”
“I did decide to raise a feral child I found in the woods, which I would not have called that a wise decision. Yet it is not one I would take back.”
“I am glad.”
Lowf’s face split into a smile as a thought occurred to him. “So, you and Raven, this new Raven, are the two of you…?”
“The two of us, what? Speak plainly Lowf.”
Lowf tilted his head, grinning mischievously. “I know who you like.”
It took a moment for the implication to sink it, and Wolf’s face flushed bright red.
“You cannot-!”
“I cannot tease my daughter?”
“I cannot believe what you are insinuating!” Wolf cried, burying her face in her hands.
“Your flushed face tells quite a story.”
“It is not-!” Wolf regained some control. “I have not spoken to her about it. I value our friendship greatly and I do not wish to jeopardise that. I have been away from people for so long that I may be entirely misreading it. And I will not ask for your assistance on that since I know you have no experience.”
Lowf raised his hands in surrender. “Aye, I will concede that. Yet someone who is on the outside of such relationships often see things impartially.”
Wolf held up a finger. “Absolutely not. Not in this case.”
“Very well, but you cannot claim that I never offered.”
“If we may change the topic of conversation…” Wolf rubbed her temple, feeling a headache coming on.
“To what, exactly?” Lowf was still smirking.
“Anything else!”
Wolf and Lowf eventually began talking about what was going on in the village, differences between the North and the mainland and strange stories that crossed their mind. The conversation went on for several hours, the sun setting before they had even remotely finished.
Lowf glanced towards the window once they realised that they needed candles. “Do you intend to stay overnight?”
“I had initially intended to return to Raven’s camp tonight,” Wolf admitted. “However my plan was not to return north until tomorrow at the very earliest.”
“I see,” the knowing smirk was back on Lowf’s face. “Far be it for me to hamper you.”
“We are not doing this!” Wolf stood up rapidly. “It has been lovely seeing you, but I must be on my way!”
“I expect to see you tomorrow then, I am sure you will have much to say.”
“Do not expect anything,” Wolf assured, walking towards the door.
“Oh, but I shall,” Lowf grinned. “Still, I wish you a safe journey. Tell the feathery pile of compost where he can stick his beak for me.”
“He most likely heard you, but I will pass on the message.”
“Make sure you do,” Lowf peered out the now open door. “He can call it ‘moral support’ all he likes-”
“Lowf, please,” Wolf sighed. “I will see you and Flow tomorrow. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight my wild Wolf.”
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So, that could be interpreted a couple different ways, I'll get to that another time though. I will rather bluntly say that Lowf is ace. It's a fair assumption to make that most of my characters are ace unless specified otherwise.
The description of Raven of Old there is based on series 1 Raven. That was, a look.
While Wolf would quite like to have some, strong words, with those who joined Nevar's side, I don't think she ever would. I somehow have it in my head that the old followers of Nevar are either dead or turned into demons (with the exception of Ervan and maybe a few others). That said I don't know where that's come from, I don't think it's supported in canon.
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Wolf and Raven: How it all Began
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Let the shorts begin! This begins a collection of shorts, one shots, multishots and lost concepts around my Wolf and Raven series. In this one, Wolf meets Cyrus for the first time.
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If someone were to walk in the Whispering Forest, halfway between where the main village ended the woodsmen’s huts began, past the archery targets and training swords, they would find two friends sparring.
A pair of quarterstaffs clattered against each other as the two young women fought, moving back and forth across a small clearing. One was a brunette, hair tied back in a low ponytail with curls popping up around her tanned face, refusing to be tamed in such a way. Eyes shining the colour of a carnelian were focused on her opponent, watching the roughhewn staff being wielded in hands equally as confident as her own.
The other half of the sparring match had grey hair tied back into a plait, her pale face framed by escaping whisps of it. Amber eyes shared the intensity, and the two had roughly the same build, wearing similar leathers and rough, older cloth for sparring.
The brunette suddenly gained the upper hand, knocking the legs out from under her opponent and sending her crashing to the ground.
Wolf gasped as the air was knocked out of her and stared up the butt of the quarterstaff now hanging over her face.
“I yield,” she sighed, leaning her head back against the grass.
“I believe that evens the scores,” Flow grinned, even if Wolf couldn’t see her. “Shall we have one more round to settle this?”
“I am content to leave this at a draw my friend.”
“Oh? Are you tired? Or are you afraid that I will beat you?”
“I know you outclass me in many things, combat is certainly one of them. Allow me this I beg of you,” Wolf was grinning now.
“Well now you see, I am a fair and honourable combatant, I will allow you this, in the spirit of sportsmanship,” the staff was removed and replaced by a hand, which Wolf took as Flow helped her up.
Wolf glanced up at the sky. “We are starting to lose light.”
Flow followed her gaze and nodded. “Aye-” her following comment was lost as Wolf paused, an intense expression on her face. “What do you hear?”
Wolf sniffed hard, cocking her head. “Stranger. There,” she turned her head to look at the trees.
A low amused chuckle emanated from the surrounding trees, and out stepped a figure the two of them had only either been described to them or seen from distance.
An old man wearing blue robes, with thick white hair and beard and carrying a staff topped with a ringed planet. No one knew for certain if this was a Staff of Power or merely styled like one. No one had been brave enough to ask.
Flow and Wolf looked at each other before trying to show some kind of formality, which ended up with them doing an awkward half bow half curtsey.
“At ease, please,” Cyrus the Astronomer sounded as embarrassed as they felt. “I was hoping to speak with the one named Wolf, if I may steal them from you for a moment?”
Flow looked at Wolf before taking the quarterstaff Wolf was carrying.
“I will see you for archery tomorrow?” she asked.
“Aye,” Wolf nodded. “That you will.”
Flow nodded awkwardly at both Wolf and Cyrus before making her escape.
Cyrus smiled warmly at Wolf, not that this made her any less uneasy. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said. “I had heard rumours about an individual who change between a wolf and a human within the Whispering Forest for some years now.”
“I presume that you would like a demonstration?” Wolf asked dryly, it was something people usually asked the first time they found out.
“I would be greatly interested.”
Wolf held in the urge to roll her eyes before shifting, holding her wolf form for around half a minute before shifting back. She spread her arms in a somewhat ‘tada’ motion.
“Fascinating,” Cyrus ran a hand down his beard. “Truly something to see it in person,” he looked hard at Wolf for a moment. “How long have you been capable of this feat?”
“For as long as I can recall. I could shift before I could speak.”
“Fascinating,” he repeated. “Would it surprise you to know that you are not alone in this ability?”
“…It would,” now Wolf was interested.
“A young man I would estimate to be of similar age to you, by the name of Raven. He has the ability to change into, as you might expect, a raven.”
Wolf blinked at him. “You are certain?”
“Aye, that I am! He is close friends with the Princess! Has been for many a year now.”
“…I see. While this is certainly a revelation, what does this have to do with this meeting, at this moment?”
“Ah, of course! Forgive me, I was getting ahead of myself. I would like to offer you to come to the Royal Fortress and work alongside Raven and Princess Erina in whatever may occur in the future.”
Wolf felt as though her eyeballs were bulging from her head. “Excuse me?” she squeaked.
“I appreciate that this is a lot to offer at once. I will be in and around the Whispering Forest for the next three days, I would hope that this would be enough time to think on this.”
Wolf slowly nodded, speechless.
“Excellent, I hope to see you soon,” Cyrus lifted his staff in a farewell and disappeared towards the main village in the Whispering Forest, leaving Wolf stunned in his wake.
The Royal Fortress. Someone else who can change form. Wolf in the Royal Fortress…
Wolf was not that sort of person. She was not someone who would fit into some kind of Royal Court. Even now she would sneak into the woods to escape people, or have a hard time standing still if she was bored.
But the other shifter was a raven. That seemed oddly auspicious. The only shifters on the Island of Alaunus, and they were of two species that worked together in the wild. She would like to meet him, even if it was only once.
She finally began to move, walking home in something of a daze.
The hut appeared from the trees, but as Wolf reached out to push the door open a scent caught her by surprise. Cyrus. Cyrus had been here.
After a pause she placed her palm on the door and pushed it open. It opened almost silently, revealing a crackling fire and Lowf standing over the pot.
His thick, curly brown hair was untidy as usual, with leaves and sticks stuck in, most likely from a day in the forest. He looked up, dark brown eyes the colour of rich earth creasing as he smiled.
“Wolf! You look bruised, did Flow best you in sparring today?”
“I held my own, mostly,” Wolf entered the hut and sat down by the hearth. “It smells wonderful in here.”
“I should hope so,” Lowf gave the pot a stir. “It is not quite finished I am afraid.”
“Nooooo!” Wolf groaned. “This is torture Lowf!”
“You will have to suffer,” Lowf responded matter-of-factly, barely hiding his smirk.
“I shall perish before it is complete!” Wolf declared dramatically, falling backwards onto the floor and covering her eyes with her arm.
“Truly a shame. I shall have to eat this all by myself…”
“You would not!” Wolf sat bolt upright, scandalised.
“Well if you are deceased then you cannot eat, now can you?”
Wolf gave him a shove, making him laugh.
“Ah, truly a fearsome ghost to move the living!” he cried.
“I am not dead!” Wolf laughed.
“Oh how I can still hear my wild Wolf’s voice…” Lowf gave an over exaggerated sniff.
“Lowwwwf, enough!” Wolf groaned.
“Very well,” Lowf was still grinning as he stirred the pot.
Wolf sighed and stood up, looking over his shoulder at the contents. The scent of a meal almost covered up the scent of Cyrus. Almost.
“…Cyrus the Astronomer appeared today after sparring,” Wolf informed, all traces of humour gone.
“…Aye,” Lowf’s humour has also vanished. “He came by here.”
“He did?”
“Aye. He wished to know something about you. The year you were born, how I came across you. The first I could not answer, as you well know. The second I said I came across you as a small, feral child in the woods, and was filled with fear at the prospect of looking after a child.”
Wolf chuckled. “Aye, such a task is nigh impossible when you plan for a child,” the chuckles faded quickly. “He mentioned another like me. Someone named Raven. He claims that we may be of the same age, which may me why he asked of the year of my birth.”
“It is likely,” Lowf agreed. “I know not. You must have been born within a year of sorcery returning to the Isle, of that we can be almost certain.”
“It is quite a co-incidence,” Wolf folded her arms. “The only other shifter on Alaunus, and he is a raven.”
“Aye,” Lowf nodded. “If I were a man well versed in magic, I might say something along the lines of ‘the island clearly has plans for the pair of you, there is fate at play here.’ In truth I do not have the faintest idea why this has happened this way. I am a simple woodsman, magic is not in my realm of expertise.”
“Aye, I know. I do not pretend to know much about magic either,” Wolf shook her head. “Perhaps with Cyrus’s offer, I would learn?”
Lowf turned his head to look at her properly. “He offered for you to go to the Royal Fortress?”
“He told you that he was going to ask?”
“Aye.”
Wolf grumbled slightly. “Very well.”
“Did you say yes?”
“…I did not say anything. I was rather dumbstruck by such an offer.”
“It would be good for you, and the fortress is not that far from a forest,” he added at Wolf’s expression.
“A cold stone fortress, compared to a warm wooden hut in the forest. I know which I prefer.”
“Still, you would be among someone who is like you, and that is important. And the knowledge and skills you could learn are unlike anything you would be able to learn here. This is a wonderful opportunity for you!”
“I am wild, Lowf, I am not meant to sit in a fortress studying tomes! I am meant to be in the woods, chasing hares, loosing arrows.”
“And you can still do those things,” Lowf assured. “You are old enough now to not have to stay somewhere that you do not wish to be. If it does not work, then you can leave.”
“…You state that as though it were obvious,” Wolf hated to admit that it sounded obvious.
“Children are not always given the option to leave, and that lesson stays longer than it should. Go to the Royal Fortress. If you truly despise it, then you can return here,” Lowf gave the pot one last stir before gathering a couple of bowls. “Now, I assume your appetite is still alive and healthy?”
“Aye, that it is. Thank you Lowf.”
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Wolf and Raven: Old Friends Chapter 12
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Wolf did not sleep well that night, waking up frequently from nightmares.
Nevar’s mask loomed in her dreams and her head throbbed. By the time the sun rose, her head felt like one large bruise.
She gingerly sat up at dawn, taking a careful drink from her water skin.
Satyarani looked at both Erina and Wolf as they packed up camp.
“The pair of you appear exhausted.”
“I did not sleep well, and Wolf did not appear to either,” Erina sighed, rubbing her eyes.
“Aye,” Wolf groaned, pressing the heel of her palm above her eye. “I hope I will fully awaken soon; this is unpleasant.”
“Indeed,” Satyarani turned to Erina. “Do you remember what I told you about the wolves last night?”
“Aye.”
“Then we can hope to confer with Raven soon. The wolves are unlikely to listen to us.”
“Aye,” Erina stretched her arms up and moved her head from side to side. “Let us be off. Best of luck to you Wolf.”
“You may need the luck more than I,” Wolf spoke lowly, so not to disturb the pain in her head.
“We shall see,” Satyarani passed her cloak back to her one final time, before turning into a dust cloud and flying away. Erina opened a portal, and with one final nod to Wolf, stepped through.
Wolf took another swig of her water before shifting.
She loped carefully, trying to move smoothly, and not as though every step jolted her headache.
The Whispering Forest was the same, and yet so different. The trails were not where she expected them to be, and she had to force her way through a set of bushes that were not there years ago.
She paused in a clearing however. Rotten wood beams lay scattered on the forest floor, and looking up, the wooden structures there fared no better. The sorry remains of the Whispering Forest Watchtowers.
She had been sent here, many a moon ago, by the King to oversee their construction. That had been the first time in years that she had gone home, and it had showed her how much she had changed.
The people she considered her childhood friends spoke to her with the respect of a lord. It even took Lowf several days to break the formal tone. It had hurt, to be treated as stranger in the place she had called home.
Wolf whined in the back of her throat and moved on, trying not to think. Yet, she did.
Lowf, with his nut-brown hair and weather beaten face, with broad shoulders she had been able to clamber up to when she was small. Where was he now? Was he well? Did he live?
That thought was quickly replaced with the image of Lowf with grey hair, which was startling enough to make Wolf stop for a second.
Lowf, alive, and old? If he was, then he must be.
Wolf moved on, shaken. It was almost a silly thing to be shaken by, of course people age. Lowf was born a mortal man and had no Staff of Power, so naturally he would age. Why did that rattle her so much? It was almost childish.
Wolf chuffed harshly to herself. It did not matter now. She could seek him out once this was over, and this quest was not over.
Her lope turned into a run, her headache subsiding.
She passed overgrown pieces of her youth. A pile of mossy sparring staffs, an archery target covered in ivy, rust bitten swords inside a hole ridden barrel. A woodsman’s hut, still standing?
She shouldn’t go in. She was on a mission…
She could make a portal if she needed to.
Despite her better judgement, she shifted to human and approached the hut. It was as she remembered, mostly. The undergrowth now just brushed under the windows, and she had to fight to get to the door. Yet, the building remained standing.
She slowly reached her hand to touch the door, as though it might crumble upon contact.
The wood was cool from being hidden from the sun, and with a gentle push, it opened. The hinges squealed in protest as the door creaked open, thudding gently against the wall. The inside was dark, but Wolf’s eyes adjusted as she stepped in.
It was exactly as she remembered.
A cooking pot hung over a firepit to the right, carving tools, plates, and other miscellaneous objects were mostly scattered, seemingly without order. Along the left wall was a pile of furs, and the further corner from the door was curtained off.
It took Wolf merely a few strides to reach it, and pulling back the curtain revealed a fur lined space with a window that looked out into the trees. The walls were lined with odd little trinkets, small carvings, interestingly shaped stones, the first arrow she’d ever fletched.
Wolf swallowed hard and stepped away, pulling the curtain back harder than she intended. Not now. She had a mission. Enough dwelling on the past.
Haryad flew in minutes after Wolf left the building behind.
“Wolf! Everyone is in their desired position. Wolves and Warriors are fighting the demons as we speak.”
Wolf shifted to human to respond.
“That is good to hear,” she brought up her mental map. “I could reach the point in an hour if I ran, but I fancy a portal is a better option,” she thrust her staff out and a shimmering portal appeared before them. “Will you join me?”
“I will.”
Haryad went through first and Wolf followed, closing the portal behind her.
The sudden smell of salt assaulted her nose and the crashing of waves rushed through her ears. She stood on a cliff facing out to sea, the wind yanking at her hair and making her cloak snap.
To her left the waters of the River of the Diving Bird rushed into the Great Loch, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. She was close.
She held her staff in one hand and let it swing like pendulum, following it until it felt right. She plunged it into the ground and crouched, holding her hand out like she’d seen Satyarani do. She didn’t know how she did it, as she wasn’t feeling anything with her hand.
Growling under her breath Wolf took out the final talisman from her pouch. This one bore a single fluffy cloud. She held it in both hands and hovered it over the ground, trying to see if the talisman itself would give any indication of where it should be placed.
It began to warm in her hands, and once the warmth was at its peak, Wolf placed it onto the windswept grass.
A bright light flared from the talisman, mixed with the blue light from Wolf’s staff. She gasped, feeling as though she’d been punched in the gut as the same blue light seemed to be drawn from her and into the ground.
Just as with before, almost as soon as the light appeared, it was gone.
Wolf gasped and coughed, feeling a little winded. That was new, but she was also the only one here this time.
“Wolf?! Are you well?” Haryad bounced in the air by her head.
“I am fine,” Wolf’s voice was raspier than she liked. She used her staff to pull herself back to her full height, then pulled it from the ground and held in both hands. A burst of ice fired from the top and burst in the sky, revealing an icy firework of a cloud.
Wolf turned to Haryad, half melted ice flakes starting to fall around them. “That should alert them. To Fergus Holt?”
“Aye Wolf.”
She thrust her staff out and stepped through the portal that formed.
Once she and Haryad were on the other side Wolf shifted and ran. She burst from Fergus Holt and tore past the Time Well in Rowan’s Wood. Just past the Time Well, the scent of demon punched her across the nose.
Wolf skidded to a halt, tail tucked and ears flat. Haryad flew in front of her face, bouncing on her nose.
“Wolf! Now is not the time! Gather your courage!”
Wolf’s eyes narrowed on the tiny sprite in front of her. Her paws were rooted to the ground, she could not, she couldn’t…
“You are Wolf! You wield a Staff of Power! You have chased away Nevar’s forces many times!”
Wolf growled. This wasn’t helping. Past glories were not helpful, she wasn’t that person any longer.
Although, she had seen off demons without her staff.
She had destroyed demons with runestones many a time, and demons did not move quickly. She had even faced Nevar without her staff, and now she had it…
Shaking her head and sending Haryad flying, Wolf shifted to her human form, grasping her staff tight.
“My apologies,” she said when Haryad flew back. “There is little point in dwelling in the victories you remember; I am not that person any longer. Still, I have beaten demons without my staff, so they will be simple with it. Thank you for reminding me of that.”
“You are welcome,” if Haryad was confused about Wolf’s train of thought, he did not show it.
Wolf marched towards the line of the demons, shooting ice from her staff as they came into view. They barely had a chance to react before Wolf had frozen or obliterated them.
She burst through the line, Mount Gruagach to her right as she scanned the area. She could hear wolves snarling to the north, the packs streaming from the mountain to the north.
“Haryad, we need you looking for the portal,” she instructed.
“I go!” Haryad disappeared, and Wolf began to jog in the rough direction of the fortress, keeping her ears and eyes open.
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Final talisman is placed and the portal is open, not before a quick trip down memory lane.
This is also the chapter where my beta reader found out that Nevar is Raven backwards, so we can officially welcome them to the fandom! XD
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Immortality in Raven (CBBC), with references to my work, Wolf and Raven
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...That title feels like an essay title, which honestly isn’t inaccurate.
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There appears to be two different types of immortals. Those who were born immortal, and those who were made immortal.
Examples of those who were born immortal (in canon) are Raven of Old and Satyarani (with Wolf and Riimu in my universe). The things they all seem to have in common is that they are the immortals of an area, presumably protectors of it. Satyarani is held in high regard in her land (a princess) and as a connection to the land that no one else has. She notices how shadows fall and creatures move and can tell if all is well.
Raven of Old was born the same year sorcery returned to the Island of Alaunus within the grove of the Enchanted Oak. He was born to be the Protector of Alaunus and wields the magic native to land, that of a Staff of Power.
If we are to go into my universe similar things apply. Wolf’s origin is identical to Raven of Old’s, and Riimu is the embodiment on the endemic magic of the Lands of the North; rune magic.
They are all physical embodiments of the land they hail from in some way or another, acting as protector and knowledge keeper. These immortals have a strong role to play in the world, and presumably every land has at least one of these immortals.
It is unknown if these immortals can be killed or wounded in canon. In my universe I certainly imply that they can be wounded (Wolf has a scar, which is probably a terrifying concept if you’re not supposed to be able to die). However, such a thing in canon, is questionable.
Raven of Old does not dare land on the Island of Alaunus while he exiled for fear of Nevar killing him, and Satyarani is worried that Raven of Old entering the Secret Temple will bring the whole cave system down on them. This raises the possibility of the true immortals of this world being able to be killed. So it is likely that old age and illness cannot kill them, but combat or magic might?
It is difficult to say. Since Raven of Old is actually quite a young immortal, so it’s possible he doesn’t know if he can die, and doesn’t want to take the risk. Satyarani’s concerns could be put down it the fact that it would be painful and difficult to escape a collapsed cave system. So, dubious.
I’m willing in my version of the universe to have it so that immortals cannot die naturally, but they can be killed. It’s just harder to kill them than it is to kill a mortal. For example whatever Nevar put Wolf through probably would have killed a mortal like Lowf or Flow. Whether canon goes by the same rules I cannot say.
Now we come to our made immortals, examples of which include Nevar definitely, and Princess Erina probably (claims she’s immortal on the wiki), Cyrus the Astronomer maybe, and Raven (although she’s a unique case).
All of them hold a Staff of Power cut from the Enchanted Oak, which makes them immortal. This is confirmed in Secret Temple, as Nevar is described as immortal, but since he was born mortal he could enter the Secret Chamber.
Those who hold a Staff of Power seem to be held to some strict stipulations. Their life can be cut in half if they use the Staff for evil, which is why Nevar is how he is. How he isn’t dead is never really explained, but there you go.
Raven is an odd case in the Staffed immortals, in that she has the full powers of the Raven, including the ability to shapeshift. As seen in Dragon’s Eye, this ability is native to Raven of Old, he does need his Staff to do it. So Raven is a made immortal, with all the powers of a born immortal. Not to mention that the Staff changed to suit her, rather than her merely using the Staff, making it more her own.
Another odd case in Staffed immortals are the Ultimate Warriors. Each Ultimate Warrior since series 2 was given a Staff of Power. The whole point of the Island quest was to grow a new Enchanted Oak on the mainland, presumably to cut new Staffs of Power from it.
However the Ultimate Warriors I would put in a subclass of sorts. Since they didn’t cut their own Staffs, they were presented with them. So it begs the question of whether they truly own their Staffs. Someone can learn to use a Staff of Power pretty quickly, as Ervan learned to use Raven of Old’s Staff almost instantly in Dragon’s Eye. You do not need to carve your Staff to use one.
A Staff of Power cannot harm it’s owner, but in a case where the Staff is present to someone, already carved, where does the distinction lie? Has the original carver (presumably Raven of Old) given up ownership entirely by presenting these Staffs to the Warriors, or is there a level of dual ownership, and the Warrior would not be able to use the Staff against Raven of Old, as Ervan couldn’t use Rave of Old’s Staff against him? Or is that a different case again, because Ervan took the Staff, while the Warrior’s Staff’s are given freely?
There is a similar scenario in the Island, where Nevar outfits his demons with Staffs of Power. I would presume Nevar would make sure his demons could not turn against him with their new Staffs, although the demons themselves are once again a weird case, as their free will is questionable. Still, I would doubt that the Warriors not being able to use their Staffs against Raven of Old would be intentional of Raven of Old’s part, merely a side effect. That said this is speculation and there doesn’t appear to be much evidence in canon.
Another not supported in canon idea is the that the Warrior’s Staffs of Power might change over time to match them individually. Raven of Old’s Staff changed to match the new Raven, out of necessity most likely. The Ultimate Warriors did not get to carve their own Staffs, and each one looks very similar, but perhaps over time they would truly become their own Staffs.
The effects of immortality would likely be the same, however since with all Staff immortals I would imagine their immortality is tied to the Staff of Power, so if it was destroyed it is likely the immortality would disappear too. This is somewhat seen in Secret Temple, when Raven of Old destroys Nevar’s Staff and tries to send him into the Secret Chamber to drink the Waters of Life to heal himself.
Nevar of course refuses and brings the cave system down, which should have killed him, but oddly didn’t (this I’m mostly putting down to dumb luck or plot armour. He should have died without his Staff and he inexplicably has it back next series).
The Warriors that have a slight exception again are the ones who won the quest series, excluding the Island. Sonro was presented with a golden staff and Arkil was presented with a dragon staff. These two probably function like a Staff of Power, without the tie to Raven of Old. They are possibly now tied to the land they received them from, but otherwise mostly function like a standard Staff of Power.
Which leads to the thought that every land may have it’s own version of a Staff of Power. Hell they may not actually be Staffs in these different lands, but appear as such to people who used to Staffs of Power. Sonro was presented with his Staff upon exiting the Secret Temple, an accomplishment few have ever achieved, and Arkil received hers from the Spirits of the Forest after the destruction of the Dragon’s Eye. While she did not destroy it, she was critical in enabling it to be destroyed, and rewarded appropriately.
That said, the power level among all Staff holders would probably be roughly the same, depending on experience.
Leaning into headcanon territory. Raven was one of Raven of Old’s Ultimate Warriors, and we see each Warrior being presented with a Staff of Power. In the trailer for the 2017 Raven show it is stated that Raven was a Warrior 12 years ago. This puts her at being a Warrior around 2005 in our world, which puts her between series 3 and 4, so definitely in the right time to receive a Staff of Power. As for where it is now, likely destroyed in the Ultimate Battle. That would be a good strategy, if you get rid of the Staffs suddenly the immortal, magical army is a mortal, mundane one.
It is also possible that the Staff was destroyed during her quest to recover the golden symbols to attempt to bring Raven of Old back to this realm. We don’t know what happened on that quest other than the outcome, so it’s entirely possible.
I do also feel that Raven’s True Warriors would have Staffs of Power as well, just presented off screen. That was the whole point of the Island after all. Although perhaps it is more of an informed decision? If holding a Staff of Power makes you immortal, then you’d want to know about it going forward. Perhaps not every Warrior decides to take it.
The exact way immortality works I think goes as such. The hardiness and immortality to natural causes kicks in immediately, however you continue to age until you reach approximate physical prime (early 20’s). After all, many of the Warriors are in their early teens or younger, you don’t really want to be stuck there for eternity. And Raven of Old was described as being born and having been a child, so evidently he had to grow up to a certain point. Makes sense to go past puberty, once you’ve finished growing and your brain’s finished developing, so early-mid 20’s probably is where it stops.
Fits with the age James Mackenzie and Aisha Toussaint were when they started the role anyway!
The only old immortal (maybe) is Cyrus, and that can be explained as he stopped aging when he got his Staff.
One thought occurs about disability. They would probably remain after receiving the Staff, it might depend honestly. Missing limb, blindness, deafness would remain, chronic illness might either remain as it is, not get better, but not get worse, or might disappear completely if it was likely to kill them. That would be on an individual basis, and I’m not exactly qualified to talk on it.
So all in all, the only real difference between born immortals and made immortals is that in the latter the immortality can be taken from them, with the destruction of the Staff of Power they are bonded with. Both cannot die of natural causes, but likely can still be killed, although it is probably harder to do so.
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So I've talked about my thoughts on immortality before, in descriptions and end bits and comments, but here are my complete thoughts as of this going up (30.12.21)
These are just my thoughts, if anyone wants to ask anything or continue the discussion, please do! I genuinely love talking about it!
Since this is already dated, have a Happy New Year everyone! Stay safe.
#Raven CBBC#Raven (CBBC)#Raven 2002#Raven (2002)#Raven#Raven of Old#Nevar#Princess Erina#Satyarani#Cyrus the Astromoner#Ervan#Immortality#Immortality in Raven#Raven: The Island#Raven: The Secret Temple#Raven: The Dragon's Eye#New Raven#Wolf#Riimu#Wolf and Raven#Staff of Power#Demons#Warriors#Ultimate Warriors
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Wolf and Raven: Old Friends Chapter 17
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With her limited time left on the Island, Wolf had an urge to visit somewhere. It didn’t make much sense, and she would never make it on foot before dark in either form, but yet…
She thrust out her staff and formed a portal, quickly stepping through it. She appeared just north of the Vale of Bryn Brahan, a little within the treeline of the Whispering Forest.
She turned her back on the battlefield and walked deeper in the trees, heading northwest. It only took her a few minutes to find it, and when she did she could only stare.
It was just another clearing, and the undergrowth was much higher than she remembered. The lightning was different, and Wolf began to doubt herself. Was this it? Had she misremembered?
She cautiously walked into the clearing, poking the ground ahead of her with her staff. In the centre of the clearing the ground gave way under her staff.
Crouching down she swept away years of forest detritus, uncovering a large hole. Oh, this was it.
She backed away from it and sat down on the ground, holding her staff close. In the days after the battle of Bryn Brahan she’d been scouting for any stragglers. She usually went in her wolf form; it was easier to move through the woods and easier to slip away from trouble.
She had insisted on going alone, not that many had needed much persuading. She was Wolf, she was powerful. Lowf had tried to come, but Wolf had not let him, he had been wounded after all.
She’d almost made it across the clearing before she’d worked out that something was wrong. Nevar’s forces had been downwind of her and appeared out of the trees suddenly. That had forced her to backtrack, straight into the pit.
Immediately after that was a blur, but she was in a net, snarling and foaming with fury. She’d tried to shift to human to use her staff, which turned out to be a mistake. The net had tightened around her and she couldn’t find her staff. If she had tried to shift again she could have caused a serious injury to herself.
It had been humiliating to be brought low so quickly and efficiently, yet she had thought that it was fairly obvious that there had been a struggle here, that her disappearance was obviously against her will.
What a blow that had been.
She didn’t know why she was here. What was the point in coming here? There was nothing here, just, old memories. Awful memories. Yet, she felt like she had to come, to see how it changed?
It had changed. Entire generations of animals had been and gone in the intervening time. Alaunus had been cursed, frozen and abandoned. Plants had grown and died and grown again. Yet the hole was still there, probably shallower than before, yet no one had bothered to fill it in.
It was still here, and so was she.
“Wolf?”
Wolf was jolted from her thoughts as a cloud of dust hovered nearby.
“Hello Satyarani.”
The dust cloud landed and dispersed, revealing Satyarani.
“What are you doing here?” she asked. “You are quite far from camp.”
“Aye, that I am.”
Satyarani turned slowly, taking in the clearing and Wolf’s posture. “Is this place, significant?”
“Aye.”
Satyarani looked at Wolf, face hardening. “What is the purpose of this Wolf? This self-flagellation?”
“That is not what this is.”
“Then what? What is the point of visiting places that clearly make you feel terrible? Has this entire quest not been enough?”
“…I do not have an answer to that question.”
Satyarani sighed and strode over, grabbing Wolf by the upper arm. “Come on, stand up.”
“What is the meaning of this?!” Wolf was dragged to her feet and she stepped away, yanking her arm back.
“If you wish to do your own tour of the island, then let us go somewhere that brings happy memories. Surely such a place exists.”
Wolf held her staff in both hands, thinking for a solid minute before thrusting her staff out, forming a portal. Stepping through took the pair to the north-eastern shore of Lochan Caer.
Satyarani stepped through, then turned and looked behind them. “That is the Whispering Forest, is it not?”
“You are correct.”
“Could we not have walked the distance here?”
“I am uncertain of how much time I have left on the island.”
Satyarani shot her head around sharply. “Ah, Erina. You should speak with her.”
“She and Raven of Old are visiting the Royal Fortress today.”
“That is not an excuse.”
“You wished for me to show you somewhere that I have good memories of,” Wolf both deflected and reminded. She plucked a stone from the shore and with a flick of her wrist she skimmed it across the water.
“That I did. So tell me, what makes this place special to you?”
“…Lowf would take me here as a child. It was slightly safer to learn to swim in than the River of the Diving Bird, provided that I did not swim out too far,” Wolf threw another stone, which did three skips before sinking. “He also taught me to skim stones.”
“A rite of passage in many places.”
“When the nights were short and the weather fair, we would camp on the shore, or if we got here early enough, we would bring a boat or swim to the island in the centre,” Wolf pointed to the small tuft of land in the loch. “Sometimes it would be just the two of us, other times it would be a few people from the village as well, one of my childhood friends.”
Wolf stared out at the island in silence, and Satyarani waited.
“The last time I came here, I had just been asked to oversee the building of the watchtowers in the Whispering Forest. I had not been home in several years, and I had not realised how much I had changed in such a short amount of time. After several days of being referred to awkwardly formally by the people I grew up with, Lowf took me out here. Like old times. It was a good night.”
“He sounds like a good man.”
“He is,” Wolf moved from foot to foot. “My apologies Satyarani, Cyrus told me that you were exploring the island today. I appear to have distracted you from this.”
“On the contrary, you have provided me context to some of these areas. Tell me, what is this lake called?”
“Lochan Caer.”
“And I would not have known that if I had not found you.”
“I suppose you are right.”
The two stood there for a while, Satyarani pointing at various features on the horizon and asking what they were called.
“I thank you, but I will now continue my own exploration,” Satyarani finally said. “I will ask that you try not to let your mind wander down dark paths now. We have succeeded in our mission, that is something to be celebrated!”
“Aye, that it is. I cannot promise Satyarani, but I will make an effort.”
“And that is all I can ask of you,” Satyarani turned into a dust cloud and flew off.
Wolf looked at her staff as Satyarani left, thinking hard before making another portal and stepping through.
She appeared within the Forest of Dawn Time. Not in the exact place she wished to be, but close enough.
She took a moment to orientate herself before walking briskly. She entered a clearing, which had more plant life encroaching on the edge than she remembered.
This was the grove where the Enchanted Oak had stood.
In hindsight, the moving of the Enchanted Oak must have happened before she was taken, but the news had not reached her.
Without the Oak the clearing felt empty. The sun streamed down harshly without the Oak’s canopy to filter it.
She stepped through it, allowing her mind to wander. She remembered what Satyarani said, so thought about the last time she was here.
She, Raven of Old, Erina, and Cyrus, all gathered around the massive tree, about to cut their staffs. Raven of Old used to have a terrible haircut; his hair tied like rat’s tails over his shoulder. Although in his defence plenty of young men in the Whispering Forest had worn their hair like that. It had looked equally as terrible.
Wolf retreated to the edge of the clearing, sitting down in the partial shade and closing her eyes. She breathed deeply in, and out. In, and out.
Her ears picked up the skitter of squirrels running from branch to branch, of mice and shrews darting through the undergrowth, the beat of wings from the birds. Their calls pierced through, but not painfully. At this moment Wolf was one with the forest.
All the tension drained from her, and she felt content.
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Oh boy, I haven't been this late in a long time! Sorry, I got very distracted by the Animal Crossing update. At least it's still Thursday when this is going up, just.
Satyarani, ever the voice of reason and has had enough of Wolf's crap. She's spent this entire quest trying to mediate or otherwise deal with Wolf's head, with it all over she's kinda lost her patience.
I don't actually know if the Fortress still has that portal on it. Was that ever mentioned? I don't remember. Either way it's been a bloody long time so maybe it faded, or maybe because Nevar's forces no longer occupy it Erina can get through to the Fortress without an eclipse? Eh, it's not that important.
Raven of Old's hair description is based on Series 1 Raven. Series 1 is hard to canonise, so I don't, but I like to assume that the appearance canon carried through. Young Raven of Old looked like that, and possibly acted like that. As for the bowl thing he uses, well Nevar uses something similar in Secret Temple, so maybe he stole it? All ideas I'll probably never pursue, and as always, overthinking a children's game show XD
#Wolf and Raven#Wolf and Raven: Old Friends#Wolf#Raven#New Raven#Raven of Old#Satyarani#Raven CBBC#Raven 2002#Raven: The Island#Raven: The Secret Temple#Raven: The Dragon's Eye#Raven OC#OC#Raven fanfic#fanfic#TheShapeshifter100 writes
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Wolf and Raven Masterlist
Wolf and Raven
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Alternate Chapter 9
Wolf and Raven: Old Friends
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18 (Final)
Shorts
How it all Began
Reunions Part 1
Reunions Part 2
Reunions Part 3
Prisoner
Meeting Riimu
Immortality Thoughts
Raven’s Nightmare (Romantic)
Raven’s Nightmare (Platonic)
Lost Concept
Arrival
Talking with Lisrin
The Hunt Part 1
The Hunt Part 2
Sharing a Tent (Romantic)
Sharing a Tent (Platonic)
Anchor
Flow and Wolf Part 1
Flow and Wolf Part 2
Flow and Wolf Part 3
Flow and Wolf Part 4
Lowf and Wolf Part 1
Lowf and Wolf Part 2
Lowf and Wolf Part 2
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