Thread: The Big Good Wolf (Frogger/Campion)

His grief hit her harder than anything she can recall feeling before. Rieka opened her arms to him, and it was not very long before she was engulfed in the scent of that and his tears. As a werewolf, her scents are stronger than that of an average humans. It is near impossible to sneak up on her. It is nearly impossible to overtake her in a fair fight, unless she is up against a race that does not rely on iron or steel, but magic or something else entirely. Both arms went to wrap about him tightly. I will find a way to return it to the rightful owner, Rieka reassured him, a hand stroking over his hair. I can do so now, if you like. It would be dangerous to wait until nightfall that, and I am not sure if I will be able to follow your scent if I wait that long. Is that wise, though? If she was to leave him alone now she would be leaving him defenseless. It is not as though he learned how to fight at his school, either Rieka frowned, and was thinking when he asked his next question. In truth, she nearly missed it. Hm? Oh. I I suppose we can. It did come as a bit of a surprise. They have not laid together since he was but a small boy Rieka drew away once his tears subsided, and let her eyes sweep through the shack. It is just as she remembers it to be - it is small, true, but then again, it was meant for only one. It will have to do, though, for the time being. A hand lifted to go through her thick hair. Rieka looked to him again, light coming in through the window and rippling over the dark green of her eyes, over the almost harsh angles of her face. It is difficult to put into words, but there is a primal energy, a sharp intelligence about her that is elusive, beyond that of any human. Both hands went to work pulling at the string of her robe, discarding it off to the side. Rieka had managed to put on a simple dress upon leaving that morning, one that is easy to move in and to take off, if need be. The soft blue fabric reminded her of the sky at twilight, and though she will never claim to be the feminine sort she rather likes the dress. No, eat your lunch. I will hunt. It will provide her with the perfect opportunity to scout the area, to see if news have spread if men are after her stepson. Rieka glanced over at him, an eyebrow raised. I see no reason why not, she huffed, again running her hands through her hair. It is not as though she is uncomfortable in her own skin, but it seems strange now, somehow, to have him watch her shift from one form to the other. In a burst of restless energy, Rieka began to pace about, her skin itching for the shift that is about to take place. Do you care to be left alone for a little while? she felt obligated to ask. I know it is a great deal to ask, but if you want me to return the robe it is best I do so now, while your scent is fresh. I can also look and see if there is news of what happened, and I might be able to grab a few things while I am out and about. Of course, it depends on if they are hunting for her as well. Rieka knows not if the soldiers are. It would be easy to pin her husbands untimely demise on the wife he had taken to raise his status, on the wife who is just as hated as he. You need to remain inside, though. Rieka approached him then, hands coming up to cradle his face between the rough palms. Her eyes looked deeply into his. You cannot risk going out. I do not know what to expect as of yet, not for you or for me. The person behind your fathers murder is going to try and pin it on me, more than likely and of course they will be after you, being that you inherited your fathers gift. I need you to stay out of sight. Can you do that for me while I am gone? It is a simple question, and yet everything depends on his answer. Rieka feels that she needs to go out and gather information, return the robe, and perhaps grab supplies, but she cannot do so if he cannot stay safe.