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Dare Two
Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only. rache696@yahoo.com http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
Story Codes: F/Dog+, M+/F, Bestiality, Fantasy, Ds, Romance

Dare Two
by Rachael

Chapter Seven


I'd slept poorly again and awoken late to find Chance gone. Our den
was beneath a broad pine whose heavy branches swept low over the
ground. It was soft in there and warm, and well protected from the
chill of a winter not yet arrived, but soon. It was coming and I knew
the rain would give way to snow one of these nights. I could feel it
coming inside me.

This morning was clear however, like the one before it, and the day
would be warm enough. I was hungry, but only my body, and my mind was
but dimly aware of the need for food. It had been three days since I'd
last been home and slept with my brothers. They'd tried to follow me
when I'd left, Barley leading them in their chase as I ran off. I'd
led them away from the den, of course, and the dogs rarely ventured so
far into the forest anyway, but I was always cautious and protective
of my mate.

I'd lost them finally, smiling at the sounds of their frustrated barks
and unhappy baying. I'd crossed the stream twice and even ran along it
for a good distance before climbing a steep ravine and into the hills
to circle around, through the meadow where the pack had moved in late
summer, they hadn't made permanent dens such as mine, but used it
temporarily as they followed the game, and a month or two later they'd
moved on once more. The other wolves were gone now, not too far, but
enough so that I felt the loneliness. I'd never been a part of them,
but just the closeness of their kindred hearts had been a comfort. It
had kept Chance near me as well, but now I understood he was restless
to join them. They would hunt together and grow fat before the lean
months of winter which lay ahead.

Slipping from the comfort of our den, I was able to stretch and stand
upright, reaching up with my arms and enjoying the sensation. I'd go
to the stream and bathe, collect the over-ripened gooseberries that
grew along the banks and breakfast on their tart flavor. The bushes
were thin by now however and I wondered if I couldn't catch a rabbit
perhaps, although I had little taste for raw meat really, and my
stomach was too gentle for such fare normally. I was annoyed with my
hunger though and I didn't want to go home yet.

I made my toilet and washed myself in the cold water as it rushed
around my legs to the knees. I used smooth stones and sandy mud, tree
bark on my hair. It was thick and dirty by then and I pulled a tick
off my thigh, frowning at it and knowing there would be others. I'd
need a real bath when I returned home, the two Indian boys would see
to it anyway. They'd grown used to grooming me and it was one of the
few pleasures I still enjoyed there. Mostly I only felt the
frustration of having no Master to care for me properly and I'd very
little hope left of finding one. 

Fate, which had once been so generous with me, was now pressing upon
my heart with bitter claws and I fought it, but only weakly as I was
growing smaller inside with every day that passed. It was unnatural
state for me, to be melancholy, and I ran to escape it. The adrenaline
would help as I pushed myself to exercise and leave the stream behind,
letting the air dry me as I moved quickly through the forest. This too
was a pleasure and I'd found that if I pushed myself hard enough and
long enough there would come a warmth to swallow my grey mood. It
didn't last long enough, but it would make me smile and I was
searching for Chance in any event, wanting to find him and spend our
time together before he left me to rejoin his brothers.

I hadn't gone far at all when I heard a sharp crack, like thunder, but
short and muffled somewhat. It was a curious sound and I'd heard it
before, but this seemed different, closer perhaps and it filled me
with an uneasy fear. It was an unnatural noise, different than the
sound of snow breaking in the mountains in late winter, but similar.
That was what it reminded me of, but even that offered me little
comfort and I leapt from the trail I'd been following into the brush,
crouching there and sniffing the air.

After a few moments, when there was nothing else to alarm me, I moved
slowly, keeping to the shadows and I couldn't give a specific reason
for my anxiety. Perhaps it was my mood, or more likely the lack of
proper rest and the weak memories of my dreams which had always seemed
a foreshadowing of something else, something to come. I had lost some
of my hope, but not all of it, and that was the real reason possibly.
I'd come to expect something, but I didn't know what, only...Something,
to take me by the hand and guide me. This strange thunder out of a
clear morning could be it, as much as it could be anything else, and
my spirits were desperate to rally to that cause. I was afraid though,
for precisely those reasons, and I had no desire to suffer another
frustrating disappointment.

So I held my heart in check and forced myself to move slowly, keeping
my feet soft and staying to the moss and grass where it grew. I
checked the wind and held myself low and I found myself enjoying that
game, stalking a sound which was long gone seconds after I'd heard it.
I moved quicker finally and my mood was improved, so that I was
running again and getting very near the meadow. I could see the trees
and brush thinning ahead, giving way to the blue sky and the tall
green grass. It excited me, for no other reason than I'd always liked
that place and perhaps Chance would be there, for the scent of wolves
was in the air. 

The wind shifted and I caught another smell suddenly, faint but
distinctive and I came to a sudden stop, my heels digging into the
dirt as I dropped to my hands and crouched there. It was blood, fresh
and near and I crept to the edge of the meadow and found it on the
grass. The long broad leaves were stained near a trampled path freshly
made and I could smell the musk of the animal that had passed
recently, only minutes before. A deer, injured and bleeding, but not
so badly. It had been running and leaving a trail on the leaves and
stalks, not the earth itself, only where the grass was high. 

It had been running for the safety of the forest, crossing the meadow,
but turned away and I knew why. There was a howl, faint but carrying
on the morning air and the pack was giving case. One of them was
making the sound, it wasn't a chorus, just a lone wolf and he was
herding the deer towards the others who would be silent and stalking,
hiding in wait for their prey to find them. One or two would be
chasing, making noise and snapping at the animal's hooves to tire the
beast and drive it on. The wolves had come out of the forest and
turned the deer away and now I followed their trail easily, seeing the
events as if they were happening right in front of me.

I ran then, as fast as I could, wasting no breath on the joy I felt in
the depths of my belly. My heart was rushing and there was a hunt on
and I wanted to see it, to be a part of it if only from a distance.
The pack wouldn't let me join and they'd guard their kill jealously.
I'd have to be wary when I found them, vigilant in my approach, but
what a great game this was. It called to my spirit irresistibly and I
couldn't have let the moment go even if I'd wanted to. Chance would be
there, I knew, and he'd have his share of the kill and bring some of
the meat for me. Some scraps of muscle and fat, not much and I didn't
require it, but he was my mate and we'd have that small victory
together at least.

The trail led across the meadow and to the hills and I was gaining on
them, the deer turning this way and that in its fright and confusion,
only to be goaded once more upon the path chosen by the wolves. The
pack would not be far off now and I hastened to find them, climbing
through loose gravel and the short, tough shrubs and grasses which
grew there. We were close to the place where the pack had made their
summer dens, the odd bowl shaped hollow in the hill. I scented them
now as they were upwind and I could hear the two chasers plainly.

They were down slope and still some distance from me, and the deer was
caught finally. It was a buck with sharp antlers and thick muscles,
winded and weakened, but still dangerous. He was turning and kicking
up dirt as he snorted. His mouth was foaming and he lowered his great
head, swiping at the two wolves who'd chased him so long, young males
barely old enough for a hunt. They danced and barked and one circled
too closely so that the deer caught the wolf suddenly with a powerful
kick, his back leg snapping into the wolf's shoulder and sending the
animal off with a sharp yelp of pain. The other leapt in at the
distraction, not to attack, but to antagonize and wear the buck down.
The pack was close and I could see them as shadows among the rocks and
bushes, moving closer and they would take the deer down soon.

The buck was bleeding as I already knew, wounded high on his left
shoulder, to high to have been bitten and in the wrong place entirely.
The muscle was thick there and strong and though it was hard to tell,
it didn't appear as if the shoulder itself had been hurt, but only
some of the fat around it maybe. I didn't understand that, but it
hardly mattered. The animal was wounded and now trapped and I moved
slowly along the hill, creeping closer and though I was perhaps still
a hundred yards off, which seems like a long ways, the wolves would
note my presence soon enough and when they did, wherever I was, I'd
have to stop and remain there.

"Somebitch..." I heard a voice, a human voice to my right, higher up and
downwind. I hadn't seen or smelled him at all, but I heard him now.

There were noises, the sound of metal and machinery maybe, the
clacking and rattling unique to people and their things. I blinked and
lifted myself, as I'd been moving close to the ground just then, and
then I saw him. A man dressed like a bush, or something. He was green
and brown and wearing soft thin pants and boots and a jacket. He had a
gun, I recognized that well enough, a big one. A long one, made of
wood and steel and the word rifle came into my head and hunter, and
not so much words maybe as ideas and memories and I knew what he was
doing and why he was there. I knew why the deer was bleeding now and
how only a human would have tried to kill a powerful buck by wounding
it in the wrong place. Wolves waited until they could be sure of a
kill, but this man, all he'd done was hurt the animal, not killed it
and now he was angry, watching as the pack prepared to claim his
unearned prize.

BLAM!!

The sound of his rifle hurt my ears, that short thunder echoing off
the mountains and rolling down the hills. I'd leapt at the sound, my
heart stammering and I screamed perhaps, not as a girl or a wolf, but
as a spirit offended by the violence of that awful noise. He'd fired
into the air and now the man was yelling, even as he worked his gun,
working the metal to reload.

"Get out of here! Get away!" He hadn't noticed me, or heard me
apparently, and he was aiming now at the wolves that had given the
noise and the stranger on the hill only some of their attention.

The deer was still there, still dangerous and now fighting for his
life as the wolves surrounded him. They had no time for thunder or men
dressed as bushes, not so long as the man was all the way up here.
They were the pack and they were many and the smell of blood was in
the air, the taste of it on their tongues. Winter was coming and they
had adolescents to feed and they'd been hunting these mountains since
last glacier had melted away, long before there were men and rifles.

The man cared for none of that. He couldn't appreciate the wolves or
understand that they were unable to leave the deer. He was hot and
tired and angry now and I watched as he pointed his rifle at them, at
Chance it seemed to me, for he was down there among them. I couldn't
know which of the wolves this human intended to kill, but the
possibility that it would be my mate forced me to move. I wasn't able
to reason or decide, I only moved, scrambling up the loose hillside,
howling with the sounds of warning and fear, and I'd attack the man if
I couldn't stop him. I'd kill him if I had to. It was in me now, that
one purpose to protect my mate, to protect my family, and whatever I
was then, I wasn't a girl. 

My instincts were sharp and my spirit awakened completely. This was my
dream and I'd followed the blood and this was the part of my dream
when I should have woken up, but not this time. I was more alive than
I'd ever been in my life and all my rough play with my brothers, all
of the battles with Chance and the dogs for our amusement had been
nothing but practice for this. I was going to kill him, I felt it. I
was making my plans without thought or desire, but with the ruthless
chill of a real predator. I'd take him at the neck, where he was
exposed and weak and leap upon his chest, burying my teeth into his
flesh. It would be quick, I thought, and all I had to do was get my
jaws around him and hold tight against his strength.

The man heard me of course, and then he saw me, lifting his wide eyes
from the sights of his rifle and staring at me as I rushed towards
him. A naked girl, dirty and wild, pierced and tattooed with feral
eyes and sharp teeth. I pushed myself up, digging my toes into the
earth and springing with my strong legs. He couldn't avoid me, it was
too late for that and his gun went off again, the air ripped around me
by the noise and I was deafened for a moment by it. He hadn't been
aiming though, my mind registered that in the split second I had
before meeting him. He'd been looking at me and his finger had jerked
with surprise. Chance would be safe now and I felt my heart lurch with
eagerness, that sliver of time seeming to last an eternity as I was in
the air, flying at him.

The man caught me however, his surprise overcome by his own survival
instincts so that he brought his weapon around, just turning his
shoulders more or less, twisting on his hips and that heavy steel
suddenly found the side of my head just as my claw-like fingers found
his jacket. I felt it like a hammer to my temple and everything went
black for a second, there was a sickening wave of pain and I was
clawing at him even as my body crashed into his.

I couldn't hold him though. I was stunned and confused, falling off of
him as he continued turning and the man was large, very large. I
hadn't thought about his size when I'd seen him, but he was strong
enough to keep his balance and attention now focused on me. My body
landed heavily on the ground while he stumbled back, working his rifle
to get another bullet into the breach. 

I snarled at him, baring my teeth as my eyes cleared and I realized
they were wet and so was my temple and ear. I could smell my own blood
and he'd cut me with that gun, but I barely felt it. I felt almost
nothing except anger and frustration. I scrambled to my feet and he
was close, just eight or ten feet away maybe, backing up and working
the bolt. I was going to leap at him again, telling myself to be
smarter this time, to watch out for that gun and duck beneath and go
for his testicles and soft belly, my fingernails were thick and sharp,
enough so I could tear through those clothes and into him. I was
making a plan, as best I could and spending none of my time waiting
for it. Wherever I found the man with my claws and teeth, I'd hurt
him.

He was bringing that gun around though, pointing it at me and his
finger was on the trigger now. He held it low, at his hip and he had
no need of aiming, I was nearly impaled upon it as I prepared to rush
at him once more. Somewhere in my mind I knew he was going to pull the
trigger and shoot me. I was going to fail and he'd kill me and then my
mate, shooting Chance for no other reason than my lover was a wolf. It
angered me further and for just a second while my muscles tightened
and I took the last breath I'd ever need, I wondered if the blood I'd
followed in my dreams hadn't been my own.

BLAM!!


end of 07

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