Thread: Claimed by the Pack (Atroxa &  AvalonsGuardian)

See more Werewolf Pack Members Alpha Male - Fenrir - Nearly white with gold eyes, largest male Alpha Female - Ylva - silvery gray, dark gold eyes, larger female Second Female - Talia - red-tan with green eyes, smaller female Darren - graybrown grizzle, green eyes, tall but lean Faelen - smaller of the two that found Lorelle, dark gray with blue eyes Ulfric - larger of the two that found Lorelle, dark grizzle with brown eyes Lyall - black, large male with hazel eyes, medium build Alek - dark brown with gray eyes, second smallest Caden - dark fawn with blue eyes, smallest male Lorelle looked forward to days like this all week, especially this time of year. It was mid spring, the days growing longer which meant that there was more time to do things she liked after she was done with the day's chores. She had lived her entire life on the farm, she had never known anything else. They occasionally went into town to sell their goods, the vegetables they grew, the wheat and cotton, as well as wool sheared from their sheep and milk from their cows, but even that town was not very large. Lorelle did sometimes wish she could see what was beyond that town and beyond the sphere of her knowledge, she heard stories sometimes, but it all seemed almost more like fairy tales, for all the meaning they had to her life. No her, world consisted of helping her mother tend to the animals, cook, clean, and do other things around the house. She had a younger sister and three brothers, all of them pulled their weight, that was important on a farm, they couldn't afford to have some one be lazy. Lorelle was sometimes lazy, she tried not to be, but sometimes she liked to hide and just take a moment to watch everything and everyone, or day dream. She knew that she didn't have much time left to do this, she was nearly eighteen now, she had been available for marriage since she was sixteen and she knew that her father was narrowing down who would marry his eldest daughter. Her marriage would not be a matter of love or personal feelings, she would likely barely know that man, it would be whichever family had the most to offer. Marriages were a matter of business, a partnership, not the romantic fairy tales she had been told growing up. Lorelle sometimes wished they were, she would like to meet a handsome young man and fall in love, be happy, but that simply wasn't realistic. Today she finished her chores with still an hour or so of daylight left, and she seized the chance to go for a ride, she had managed to convince her mother not to make her take her little sister with her, despite how Anabelle had begged and pleaded to go, and had set off with the customary promise to her father to be back before dark. She was riding one of their four horses, the youngest, a mare named Vale, who had the most energy. Because what Lorelle really loved to do was go as fast as she could. As soon as she was out of ear short of her farm, she put her heels to Vale and the mare took off. She took her down the game trail, which wasn't as well worn or wide, not used by wagons thanks to all the obstacles. But that was what she loved. Vale leaped over a fallen log then a stream, before splashing into the river it ran off of, spraying Lorelle, who laughed loudly. She was still very much a child, though she had to be an adult much of the time. She paused to let Vale drink from the river before she urged her on, taking their time now that they had gotten to stretch their legs a bit. She was a beautiful young woman, with fair, almost pale skin with a splash of freckles over the bridge of her nose, and long black hair pulled back in a braid at the moment, and large blue-gray eyes. She had taken after her mother in stature, being rather short, but it would be impossible to mistake her as a child with her full breasts and curving hips. She wore a red cloak her mother had made her, it was warm against the developing chill of the evening, and it made sure a hunter didn't mistake her or Vale for a deer and try to shoot them. She rode to the end of the trail where it joined back with the main wagon path, and sighed, knowing she shouldn't go any further, but turned down it anyway. Vale's head lifted a bit, they usually turned and road back down the wagon path, and she knew this, but she followed the girl's instructions anyway. A little ways down, Lorelle saw another game trail and turned down it, thinking maybe she found another place with jumps for them, but it was thick with underbrush, making Vale have to struggle through veins and over roots that stuck up from the ground. The girl sighed, and was just about to turn back around when the mare stopped in her tracks, head lifting as she snorted softly, looking around. What is it girl? Lorelle asked, and the horse suddenly spooked, stepped back and to the side, looking off to their right at something. The girl was about to turn her around and go when something came jumping out at them from the underbrush. A flash of tawny fur and fangs, a mountain lion. Lorelle and Vale both screamed and the mare took off in a panic, ignoring the tugging of her reins as the girl tried to stop her or turn her. She had to hunker down low over the mare's neck and hide her face against her mane as low branches clawed and whacked against her. Vale slow down! Stop! WOAH! She kept screaming, but the mare refused, and kept running. She didn't know how long they ran when Vale suddenly tripped over something and went tumbling, sending Lorelle flying. She hit a tree, and lay dazed on the ground as the horse clambered back to her feet and kept running, leaving her rider behind.