My legs ached I couldn’t walk anymore, my head was spinning. I fell to my knees first, I rested a hand on the rocky ground. My whole body felt like it was shutting down, it wasn’t long till my legs gave out and I collapsed on the ground whacking my head on a rock, I blinked a few times seeing the shadow of a figure walking towards me but I passed out.
A few hours later. . .
I wake up to the smell of burning logs, and the sound of wood crackling as the fire ate away at them. I groaned and tried to sit up. “I wouldn’t move, just rest.” I heard a deep husky voice say to me looking over, he got up and walked to me. I still couldn’t see him as the shadows covered one half of his face. “What brings you out this far stranger?” He asked.
“I. . . I was being hunted,” I replied finding my throat to be sore, I found it hard to form words, even my brain couldn’t think.
“Hunted?” He asked a little surprised.
“I’m not an outlaw of any kind if that’s what you think,” I wheezed turning over so I could face him.
“Didn’t say that you were,” he said running a hand over his thick black beard. “I was just surprised that a man with your stature went down so easy!” He exclaimed.
“With my stature?” I asked a little confused.
“Doesn’t matter,” he answered. “Just rest,” he repeated then stood up and left, he walked into another room where I could hear the splashing of water. I sat up and looked around the room, I was in a log cabin, I was laying on a bed I had no shirt on but I still had my trousers on, I ran a hand through my long dark brown hair, this place felt familiar to me but I couldn’t figure out why. I swung my feet onto the floor and rested my head in my hands, it still pounded.
I dragged myself off the bed and walked to the window, but the sun had set and there was nothing to see except the shapes of wolves and other forests creatures as they went about their business. I stumbled towards the door way leaning on the wooden walls as I did, I walked into another room where the hearth was burning. A table sat in the corner with two chairs and a deer skin rug sat on the floor in front of the flames. A couple of animal heads lined the walls, I suddenly heard snarling and I turned slowly.
A grey wolf was stood behind me, its ears were pinned back and its lips lifted over its teeth and its hackles rose along its back. “Darrow down!” The gruff voice demanded, the wolf whined and trotted away into the shadows of the back room. “Sorry he can be quite over protective, I’ve had him since a cub,” he explained.
“It’s okay my daughter also owned a wolf once I understand,” I replied not turning around.
“Once?” He asked walking closer to me.
“It was killed on a hunt. We were both tracking a stag, and once we got close the stag turned around and rammed its antlers into the wolfs side, the poor thing couldn’t move,” I paused, I swallowed and steadied my uneasy composure, “I made her put the poor beast out of its misery.” I finished turning my head to him a little.
“Children must learn life and death early,” he said now standing in front of me.
“You had children to?” I asked.
“No,” he shook his head, “but my brother did, I was a good uncle. I bought my niece a horse for my tenth birthday and my nephew a sword for his eleventh birthday,” he said but trailed off. I could sense I was treading on sensitive territory. “If you’re cold you can warm yourself by the fire.” He said.
“I am content for now,” I said.
“If you don’t mind I’m going to retire for the evening, sleep well, we shall swap pleasantries tomorrow.” He said retreating into one of the back rooms, I watched Darrow follow behind and join his master for the night, growling at me as he walked.
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