Thread: Lord of the wolves (Alvis Alendran x anjalikkeoliver2905)

Winter had been brutal with a thick heavy snowfall driving a lot of pray into the lower lands making food very hard to find. This far into the wilds human settlements were also very hard to find making it almost impossible to scrounge off what humans threw out. She could hardly remember the last time her stomach was full nor the last time she had managed to get anything substantial to eat. She had been managing to hunt enough to just keep herself going as she slowly started venturing closer the last place she could think of humans being. Her path had went through thick woods and in the distance her sensitive sense of smell would pick up humans, horses carts and burning camp fires. Smells she had picked up before in human caravans which would mean food for her. That was before she picked up another scent. A scent that made her stop dead in her tracks. The scent of a Dnedain that seemed to be following some orcs. Such a thing was not a worry to her. What did worry her was the far larger scent of a group of orcs following behind the ranger. The hunter was being hunter and would be none the wiser. Even though her kind had been forgotten by the outside world there had always been stories of close bonds that had once been formed with the Dnedain. Such was the only reason she stopped. Even though her stomach was almost empty the choice to follow was almost instant as she turned following the trail of orcs. The path they took followed deeper into woods as the smell of ranger and orc continued growing stronger as she followed the trail. Her pure white form would blind quite well with the snow covered lands making her seem like nothing more than ghoest. It was only when the smell started growing strong that her steps would slow. They would come to a crawl as the sounds of battle and the smell of blood would will the air. From what she could gather three or four orcs were already dead and the Dnedain was gravely injured. Slowly she would move along a ridge using thick snow heavy bushes watching the orcs starting to surround a blood and seemingly battle worn ranger. As the orcs surrounded the ranger it was clear that they had more than enough numbers to throw at him until he would fall. The group would slowly start to converge on the ranger slowly forcing him back into a corner. Slowly from the group a larger orc would part the others as he grinned down at the wounded ranger. His black blade was already slick with blood having already placed a couple deep cuts on the ranger. His heavy steps would draw him closer to the bleeding ranger as his blade readjusted in his hand ready to deal a death blow. Now Ranger, your life is going to end, The orc growled out as he stalked closer to the wounded ranger only to be stopped from a long loud growl coming from the ridge just above the injured ranger. For a few seconds the larger orcs attention was drawn away from the ranger as something above him parted the bushes sending a small shower of snow down on the ranger as another long growl erupted from above him. No sooner had the snow landed on the wounded ranger than a larger shower of snow would fall on the ranger once more as the massive form of a white beast lunged forward its massive jaw sinking into the throat of the orc that would clam his life as its black blood stained the ground below. The wolves massive body would be strong enough to force the orc down as the others slowly back away slightly surprised.