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Night of the WolfTitle: Night of the Wolf
TOS: Sometime after Search for Spock.
Characters: Saavik, Spock
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This was a story with the same title that appeared in 'zine form long ago featuring Spock and an original character called Keetah, that I'm in the process of converting to Spock and Saavik. A version of that original story can be found on fanfiction.com under the title Night of the Eagle by FromthelandofOz.
Xon heard it first. Bent over the monitoring equipment, his phenomenal Vulcan hearing picked up the faint vibrations and he stopped working, head tilted slightly to one side as he listened intently.
Absorbed in her own procedures, Saavik failed to notice his abrupt p
Night of the Wolf (2)Chapter Two:
The sky lightened gradually in the east as Saavik came down the steep ridge track that led towards the land of little trees, the forest of stunted thorns and flexible whitewoods that bordered the least forgiving of Hiemal's vast territory the place she named the barren grounds.
Since the attack, this harsh world had taught her much about survival she had forgotten - or never learned. Alone and captive there, she had found time in which to absorb those lessons well. Now, halted in the shadow of the thin cover, she lifted her head, savouring the snow-laden wind like a questing animal after quarry. Her eyes moved unhurriedly over the slippery track-way, reading the signs there with practiced ease. The imprints were still fresh, unmistakable despite the falling snow, informing her as clearly as if written what had passed that way.
Senses honed to a fine sharpness, wholly alert to any danger, Saavik knelt, brushing the flying i
Night of the Wolf (3)Chapter 3
For the most part the two of them stayed within the protection of the deep crevasse, having to fight every step of the way against the wind that had increased to gale force, whipping snow constantly into their faces.
The journey was a nightmare for Saavik as she battled the full force of the blizzard while sustaining the weight of her companion. Already fatigued from the outward journey, when she began to cough raggedly, she knew it was only a matter of time before her own strength failed.
For a humanoid, the crewman seemed exceptionally heavy. He struggled valiantly not to burden her beyond her endurance but as the storm worsened and the temperature dropped, he laboured progressively until finally staggering one last time. He fell abruptly to his knees. Saavik recognised the futility of urging him on and instead, let him drop heavily to the ground where he slumped, unconscious. His stamina had lon
A Logical ExplanationSpock surfaced in stages from the depths of meditative trance. He raised his head from contemplation of steeped fingers to focus on the silhouetted outline of his one-time student and ward, Saavik.
One winged brow flared upward.
Limned in the warm amber radiance of the asenarah lantern that hung by its silver-linked chain from the cloister roof, she stood framed by the sheltered colonnade's pilastered entrance. Apparently lost in thought, she stared out over the dusky reaches of theShiKahrii villa's extensive gardens. It seemed she was oblivious to his presence there.
Spock watched her in silence for some seconds before softly clearing his throat. "Thee seem preoccupied this evening, Saavik'kham. May I enquire as to the cause?"
Nevas'ashar, Vulcan's sister world had begun to set. Already, a slice along the lower perimeter had disappeared as the great sphere sank below the horizon. Dust clouds, a ferment of turbulence, burned in the fiery radiance. Then, as in many tropical
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