The story is set in a time just after the ice age where everything is dense forest or open land and spirits and demons roam free... Welcome Blundering through the undergrowth Renn could feel the wind brushing past her, the pant of Wolfe loping beside her settled her nerves. Glancing behind her the figures if the demons had melted away, but they were still in the Forrest. Somewhere. Not looking where she was going Renn had kept on running, and arrived into the clan camp. Smashing straight into Torak's chest, he caught her and they rolled over together. Collapsing in a crumpled heap of laughter. Fires blazing behind them, the sweet smell of dinner wafted through the air, Saeunn the clan Mage was sat on top of the wooden platform carved by the river spirit. Her eyes shut and hands waving around in the air. She chanted. Standing up together Renn and Torak walked to their tent and shut the material door behind them. Placing her axe and knife on her sleeping sack she yanked off her boots then dangled her precious bow from the stand. Fiddling carefully with the delicate arrows that Torak had helped her make. She laughed inwardly at the memory of them collecting the branches and Wolfe snatching one up and chewing it to pieces. Torak was sprawled across his sleeping sack and mat, grasping for his knife that was somewhere close to him. The tent rustled and Renn tensed for a moment, in padded Wolfe. He nuzzled into her, then dropped down next to Torak who pulled him close to his chest. Licking his pack brother's muzzle and grunt-whining in only the way that Torak could. You see, Torak was... Different. When he was born his Mother gave birth to him in the presence of the World Spirit and to allow him to live his Mother had to declare him a rogue. Clanless... In return the World Spirit placed him in a Wolfe's den until his Father was led to him at the age of 3 summers old. Torak, had learnt to speak Wolfe. The clattering of dinner told them that the feat was ready, Torak stood up and stretched. Yawning, he shook and stroked Wolfe's body. He breathed out and removed his jerkin - that's a shirt - his body marked with tattoos that only he bore. They walked outside together and Torak pulled Renn close to his chest. They sat down next to each other, Renn resting her head against his shoulder. The flames flickering in front of them, surrounded by the clan. They ate the last proper meal that they would be having for some time... So what do you think?! >.~ I'm pretty proud of it but what do you think??