Thread: Snowy Relations [Juno + Hiro_]

sorry its super long. With each movement of the serrated blade he made precise cuts, separating meat from flesh. He could feel eyes on him, the eyes of a predator, of a hungry predator. Ludvig sat next to him, his ears twitching with alertness as his master continued skinning the beast he had killed. Each winter it was the same, each winter they dealt with the same situations however, each year they were getting clever. Usually the weakest ones would wait until he was finish, always knowing he wasted so much of the beasts he caught but lately they had been getting selfish, attacking in groups of twos or even threes and in some cases at different angles simultaneously. In one case Anders almost died, unconsciously he tucked a bit of his hair back his fingertips brushing against the hidden scar just behind his ear. So close. In the aftermath of the event Anders had briefly wondered what would happen if he died, would Ludvig return to the wild no problem. He wondered what hed do if he survived, what would happen as he grew older? Who would be there to protect him then, who would be there to hunt for him in the winters? A withered old man would be no match for the elements. Shaking his head slightly he cleared himself of his thoughts, having skinned the hide from the lynx he began to section the meats, every once in a while hed toss a piece to Ludvig who would eat it quickly but stood alert still. As he filled the back with the fruits of his labor he judged how much more they could take back to his home and how much theyd be wasting. He over stuffed the bag this time, having three mouths to feed now would require more. He contemplated a second trip out, wondering how many beasts would have showed up in his wake to stake claim to the beast. He did not want to risk injury not when another life depended on him so instead he took more than the leather satchel would have liked to hold. Pulling a pelt from his shoulders he made it into a make shift bag, adding more meat to it. They would need it. As he finished up he took a moment to pull some leather cording from his body and tie it tight around his makeshift bag. As he got ready to lift it he looked down at the Lynx crouching back down. If Anton would live with him he would have to learn to hunt with him Anders was hesitant. There was a feeling deep inside him, he would not want to see Anton harmed. He barely knew the man he couldnt understand the reasoning for these thoughts. The hilt of his blade coming down hard on the Lynx ribs. He settled for thinking it over but he would not waste this opportunity for good bone to make blades. As such he broke and claimed 5 of the beasts ribs before tucking them away and heaving both bags of meat over one shoulder. All seemed well so far. He kept his knife in his hands, his grip tight. Ludvig follow. He preferred to keep Ludvig in the back. He would be able to see an attack from the front and the sides but not his back where he was most vulnerable. As the left the area and drew nearer to home he could feel himself flood with a sense of relief, if they had not attacked yet they would not at all. The kill was long behind him by now and putting quickness in his pace he hurried. To be able to store the meat and begin a meal before Anton woke was priority. Within minutes he was upon his homes stoop, his eyes focused only on the door and not on the creature barreling towards him. It was Ludvigs ferel growl that snapped Anders out of his clouded thoughts. Too close to home, this was not possible. The creatures were getting bolder now. With the lack of meat in the general area they must be starving. Jumping forward with the bags he barely made it to the stoops edge. The bags tossed before him a bit. So close. His actions were stupid, his grip having loosened on his blade which caused a self-inflicted wound. His eyes narrowed as he felt the heat of his blood on his palm. The beast had missed him but he would make sure he would not miss it. Clutching the blade tightly he heard the sounds of beasts fighting. His eyes widening as he heard Ludvig whimper faintly through a growl. They would not kill Ludvig. Jumping to his feet quickly he turned. Ludvig! The wolf knew this sound well, hopping back from the wild beast and moving to his masters side. A faint limp in his stride. His angered growls were persistent. Guard the meal Ludvig I will take care of this. He refused to have Ludvig deal with the creature. It was bigger than the rest, this wolf larger by far of all those he had seen and he wondered if this was the alpha. Pulling a piece of the newly acquired bone out he held it in his free hand, eyes narrowed dangerously. It had been an hour later that Anders opened the door to his home, a hurt Ludvig limping in with a gentle whimper. Anders blamed himself, having been selfish this time around he had gotten the artic fox injured. Swinging the bags in with his uninjured arm hed shut the door behind him. His body leaning against it as he slid down silently. Ludvigs body collapsing beside him, Anders clutched his shoulder and bowed his head slightly. His long locks falling to hid his face. He screwed up. Looking at his arm he watched the blood seep through the cloth, the claw and bite marks so visible. He took the beast down but would he be able to use his arm again? Shedding the pelts he wore he grunted in pain, his teeth clenched tight. He would have to work quickly so that he would not worry his guest. But first After shedding the pelts he moved to Ludvigs side to check his wound however, one was not visible. It was then he realized the awkward angle at which Ludvigs leg sat. Wincing outwardly he felt something he had never felt before. His good hand lifting to his eyes as he felt a wetness cling to them and then move down his cheeks. He was crying. Anders good hand moved to the wolfs head as he gave the other praise in gentle whispers. Ludvig did well, he was a good companion. After a moment of assuring the wolf, he stood unfortunately he began to bleed all over the place as he worked quickly to get the fire to burn stronger so that he could boil water to disinfect his own wounds. After he got it to roar good enough he moved to the cloths, finding the bone splints he made from the summer in which his wrist broke. Returning to Ludvig side he began to patch the other up disregarding his own bleeding wounds.