"Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are." --
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I've lost count of how many times she stumbled about to keep in toe. It shouldn't be of my concern but taking note of how pale and sickly she looked, I decided to find shelter and stop for the night. If it had been just me, I would have run all night and would surely be back home. This little human has been more trouble to me than what it's worth.
Despite everything I couldn't throw her in the path of death, that just wasn't me.
Frowning in frustration, I watched as she slumped against a pine tree and tipped her head back shutting her eyes. I needed to hunt so we could eat and rest, giving her one last glance, I took off. Minutes later, I found her exactly where I left her when I returned with food. She didn't even stir as I approached her. Clearly, her carelessness would have gotten her killed or mangled out here. Again, I reminded myself it's none of my concern.
Foolish girl!
However, I caught myself staring and unconsciously tracing every bruise and cut on her face. She wasn't classically beautiful, more or less mundane but she had a peculiarity about her, I found intriguing and so did my Wolf.
I transformed back to my skin and proceeded to start a fire and cook, letting the human sleep. Sitting across from her, my thoughts kept running on how this puny human has endure for this long. Most would have surrendered by now. However, fate must have other plans for her, I guess I'm just part of the scheme of things.
"Human......Human get up!" she doesn't even flinch from my authoritative tone.
Letting out a sigh, I get up to nudge her, " rise and shine gorgeous!"
Instantly her eyes sprang open as if she had just remembered where she was. Crouching down to her level, her wide brown eyes met mine, but my gaze shifted to her slightly parted, chapped lips.
"What!" she says hoarsely pressing her body further into the the tree trunk. Noticing her uneasiness I moved away and returned to where I was sitting across from her. I pointed to the meat already cooked on a stone plate and resume eating. She catches sight of it and hurriedly takes huge bites of it, ripping at the meat to fill her empty belly.
Ella
For a few moments, there's an awkward silence that stretches between us while I 'm wolfing down this food.
Oh, my word! I'm becoming feral.
It was apparent that without this wolfman, I'd starve out here, but I hated myself for having to rely on him. Although it seemed only right to acknowledge his kindness.
Right?
"Umm! Thanks for the food" I utter without looking up at his eyes.
He doesn't bother answering, but I gather the confidence to question our travelling.
"So, how much further to a human village?"
"A day or two, seeing how slow you are." He says casually looking into the fire.
I scowl at him "just perfect" then look up at the sky.
"Do you know what you'll do when you get there" He asked unexpectedly.
Actually, I 've thought about it for years, if I ever got out of that pack. I'd have to contribute to the village somehow, the only thing I was good for was cleaning and working in the crop fields. I could hardly read, my education was limited. But I'd like to have a family, I never had a family or even a home of my own. Maybe I didn't have to be alone.
"I'll see when I get there." I wasn't about to tell him anything about me, it's none of his business. Frankly, I don't know why he cares and why he keeps helping me.
All the same I still didn't trust him. I roll those thoughts over, thinking of every bad intention his kind might have.
The world is cruel and unfortunately no one does anything without something in return.
He snorts " human society has changed plenty since the virus, don't expect a welcome mat at your feet, gorgeous."
What's with this gorgeous crap?
Straightening up, I snarky match" Is that so Wolf?" What do you know about humans beside that we're weaker than wolves ."
" I'd say I've been around a while, you shouldn't feed wolves or they become accustomed to you." He smiled wide and sly like he was hinting at a secret or a joke.
I shot him a quizzical look, "yeah whatever wolf" then turned my attention away from him, I was done being his amusement for the night.
"Jonah"
"What?" I answered annoyingly.
"My name...... it's Jonah".
Pausing a moment, I say "who cares" as I wave up my hand in the air dismissively.
"May I know your name or do we continue to call each other what we are. Human." He says with a playful glint in his striking green eyes.
After avoiding those eyes all evening, I found myself held by his gaze debating on whether or not I should tell him my name.
Nah!
"I think our narrative is more interesting as the Wolf and the Human, don't you think?" And tilted my head sarcastically.
His intense green eyes were fixed on me with an expression of annoyance much the same, one might have for a pet that had peed in your shoe.
After a long pause, his gruff voice says" then human it is," putting emphasis on human as if it were revolting.
Then that was that, we both looked away and settled in our spots for the night. I curled up at the base of the tree, trembling a bit from the cold night air. A second later, I hear snapping, I turn to find the wolf now in his fur. Oh! How convenient for him, to turn into a dog to stay warm, I huffed and rolled my eyes.
Stupid Jonah!
Wolf
She's quite the stubborn minx my little human. I offered her my name and she blankly refused to give up hers. Might as well be, in a day or so I'll never see her again.
We both seemed to have had enough chit chat for the evening as we settled ourselves around the fire. The autumn night was chilly so I opted to sleep in my fur. Laying my head on my paws, my gaze shifts to the small figure across from me that has her arms hugging her body tightly.
At the sight, my Wolf's body tenses as he realizes the coldness was seeping through her thin clothes. Shortly after, he slowly prompts forward and after hearing soft snores, we quietly snuggled close to her petite body like a cat providing her warmth.
Although my Wolf was protective of her, I couldn't decipher this weird feeling of being at ease when close to her. Listening to her breathing, my mind finally surrenders to our own deep slumber.
,...........
So we got a name! 😁
Would you have given him your name?
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