Thread: The Big Good Wolf (Frogger/Campion)

North. Far away from here. This is neither the place or the time for a reunion of joy, relief and tears, nor the time for explanations. Rieka spared only a moment to look him over, to make sure he is alright before pulling her hood down further, so nothing but her eyes can be seen. It remains unknown who it was behind the attack. Rieka was out and about when she heard word of the fire, having been restless inside the walls of stone and mortar. How anyone can stand being confined in their home for hours at a time is beyond her, but as a werewolf she grows restless easy. It is not in her nature to remain indoors. And so Rieka had gone out, to run through the forest and be free of the chains that which bind her in holy matrimony. Of course, that is just wishful thinking. It is no secret that her marriage is but a political one, meant to earn a bit of respect for her species, and ment to earn that and dignity for the man she calls her husband. There was no love. In fact, Rieka doubts he felt any affection towards her. Then again, she cannot claim that she herself felt anything for him, aside from no, not contempt, but rather something along the lines of reluctant tolerance. Yes, they have laid together a time or two, however it did not mean anything, not to him or to her. It is in the absence of affection that she forged a bond with his son, who she came to care for as if he was her own. It could very well be because they spent a great deal of time together but regardless, it has not changed over the years, even though he has grown into a young man. Wait. A hand pushed him back into the shadow cast by a crumbling home as guards passed them by, both talking of the fierce fire that had taken the life of a Council member. A careless comment had the two laughing a moment later. It is not altogether surprising. Many a man had envied his position on the Council, but many ridiculed him as well, because of the methods he used to achieve his seat. The city has eyes everywhere. Not anything is left unknown for long, so they need to be careful if he is to escape it alive. Rieka is not overly concerned about her own, being that she can always disappear into the forest but it would not be so easy for him to start his life anew. Dark green eyes bright and shrewd from beneath the hood, Rieka gestured the young man to follow her as they went down a different alley, one that led them to a part of the city not exactly prosperous. Their home was humble, however it was better built than those they walked past in a hurry. An unpleasant scent hit her nose, nearly making the werewolf gag. Stay behind me. It was not long before they broke free of the city, of the ambitions and expectations of others. It was refreshing to be out from under the oppressive presence of the mortal men and women that like to deliver her hateful glares when they think she is not looking. Rieka breathed the fresh air deep into her lungs, each and every muscle in her body relaxing at long last. Yes, she was out here only a little while ago and yet, it is very calming to return to the place she considers to be her true home. Dark green eyes glanced about, making sure no one is about. Luckily very few venture out this far beyond the citys protection, thus privacy should not be an issue. Come, Rieka told him, reaching back behind her for his hand. I have a place where we can go. It will suffice for the time being It is nothing more than a shack, and yet it shall conceal them from any wandering eyes. Rieka lived there for a time, before she was married to his father, and well, it will have many memories inside awaiting her. As to be expected, it was right where she expected it to be, nestled underneath a great big oak, hiding in the shadow of a cliff. Go inside. I will be in there shortly, Rieka gently ordered, lifting her head to sniff at the air. Yes, she was right to assume they will not be followed. Reika brought her hands up to pull down the hood of her cloak, finally revealing a mane of dark brown, a braid swaying forward to lay against an angular cheek. A frown did not hesitate to appear upon her features. I do not know all of the details, she spoke once she entered the shack and closed the door. I only know that when I returned from my run, the house was engulfed in flames.