Ragnarok The Last Adler, Book 4: Going home-Part8The rest of the day, they continued their journey in an uncomfortable silence. Thorfin made no attempts to patch things up with Falco, as he clearly considered that to be a waste of time, and Falco was in such a foul mood, he wanted nothing to do with any of the dwarfs. Not even Narvi, who did make a cautious attempt at talking to him. But the dwarf only received some incoherent grunts as reply, if he received a reply at all, so he gave up after a while.
Miranda gave him some room, making sure he knew she was there if he needed her, but without being obtrusive. So far, he had shown no sign he did.
About half way the afternoon, the path they were following crossed a real, paved road. But it was not like any road Falco or even Miranda had ever travelled on before. It was paved with black, polished stones, that were almost too hot for Falco to walk on on his bare feet. Every one hundred meters a pair of monoliths or huge statues flanked the sinister road. The monoliths were either bare or
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And so, we started running. We followed the main dirt road that led directly from the windmill to the abbey. There was no reason why we should have been trudging through the forest again. After all, if Rocco had left a couple of his men behind to make sure I didn’t return to the abbey, those guys would not be watching the forest or the road, but rather the mountain meadows in front of the abbey.
Now … I know I said to Anyiko I could easily run very fast, and normally that’s true, but you have to remember I had already done a lot of running that day and I was getting a little tired. Apart from that, Anyiko cheated. She changed in her wolf form and even with the beating she had received and the hours of being tied down in an uncomfortable position, that still gave her an unfair advantage.
Making a long story short, it wasn’t long before I couldn’t keep up with her anymore. At the start, she looked back a couple of times to see where I was
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I have been trying to talk to Renya all day, but every time I’m getting closer, she goes away to another part of the abbey. She’s clearly avoiding me. I’ll never be able to make things right this way.
Gnarl hasn’t been playing guide today either, which is kind of a relief. It’s weird when he does that. And uncomfortable.
Apart from Pumori’s morning walk and play with Puri, I haven’t seen her all day. That’s probably good as well. Maybe she would catch me sniffing a flower that is holy for werewolves or something and slap me around again.
I managed to catch up with Renya, for al the good it did. She was with one of the other younger werewolves, but it had been impossible to catch her alone so I decided to go for it anyway.
“Renya?” I said.
“So Renya grab bow and shoot at scout that were running away from grain building. Got scout in leg! Was happy! Finally getting better with bow! From then, shooting bow get
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The werewolf leaders seem a bit on edge. Anyiko even snapped at me and she’s usually one of the nicer ones. I was simply walking by, minding my own business and carrying a jug of Mead that I was supposed to bring to Gnarl, when out of nowhere she started yelling at me.
“If Slave Cub dare drop jug and splatter mead all over Anyiko’s feet and things, Anyiko skin Slave Cub alive!”
So, naturally I startled terribly and dropped the jug. Thank god it didn’t break. I don’t think I have ever been faster in picking up something from the floor and running to Gnarl. Gnarl wasn’t pleased with my fast delivery either, but then he never is.
Anyway, as I understand it, some of them feel like they should move on, while others think after all the action they already did last year and up to this spring, they have deserved a longer rest. Last night, it almost came to blows between Pumori and Rocco. That’s one of the older werewolf leaders. Pumori won
The gods are fickleIt should have been a day of rejoicing, a day of feasting, drinking and eating, of song and dance and tall stories. But no sounds of merriment and laughter were to be heard in the village of the werewolf pack. Instead, a low, sad howling filled the air. Grim, the alpha of the pack and his mate, Lyca watched heart broken as the old shaman of the pack gently placed the body of their newborn cub in a niche that was carved out of the rock in the Cave of the Ancestors.The gods are fickle1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lyca sobbed and even the mighty alpha had difficulty staying stoic as the shaman closed off the niche, hiding the body of the dead cub for ever. Outside the cave, the pack shared in their sorrow by howling to the moon. Grim knew their sorrow wouldn’t last for long. Soon, challenges might be issued. The death of the son of the alpha was a bad sign for the pack. Even more so, because the shaman had declared there would be no more cubs from his mate. The gods had taken her ability to have cubs along with his newborn son. S