Pack Pals in Fucking the Tribal
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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We walked, and trudged and climbed and jumped. The forest terrain was perilous, but compared to our werewolf physique and Lillian's sap, it was almost too easy to get past any obstacles that were in our way. No matter, the most annoying thing about it was its size. Despite our strengths, it would still take us half a night to traverse through it. So when we finally did, dawn broke and we found ourselves unwittingly returning to our normal wolf forms before transforming back into humans.
Stefan stepped out of the side of this immense forest, his hand shielding his eyes from the harsh glare of the morning sun. I followed him out to the rocky outcrop that the last petrified tree took roots on. That part of our journey was over, we had made it. Before us was the stunning view of the canyon we had to further pass through. It was worth it satisfying Lillian's needs back in the forest for the next town was actually in sight. If we went into the canyon directly without taking the shortcut through the forest, we would have been walking for days, and maybe even lose ourselves in there. Not to mention the potential bandits, raiders, lack of water and all manner of scum that resided in this rocky labyrinth.
Now that we were here, we could easily plot the shortest path directly to the bunch of man-made structures that pierced the sky not far across the horizon.
"You ready to move?" Stefan asked breathlessly.
Right, I thought. For the older stepbrother that he was, my role model, my pack pal, he sure did not have much stamina for a werewolf.
"Why don't we take a break first, I feel tired anyway," I replied. I knew him too well, always wanting to be the older brother, he would rather die than admit weakness to me.
"Alright, but only because you want to," he winked as he sat down on a nearby rock gratefully.
I retrieved some breakfast from my leather bag, spotting a small stream down in the canyon below, my heart leapt in delight. Now I would be able to wash the tree sap off my body.
Leaving Stefan resting on the outcrop, I calmed my nerves, banishing my thoughts as a human. Through a quick pause of reflection, I found the feral side of me sleep, slowly, but surely, I woke it up, encouraging its spirit and thoughts to grow within my body. My hunger and bloodlust grew alongside with my strength and agility. Yes… I thought as fur began to sprout from my skin. Stefan watched me with mild mannered ambivalence as I transformed back into my werewolf form.
"AROOOO!" I howled in delight as I bounded effortlessly down into the canyon below us, heading to the stream for a refreshing bath.
I dove into the cool, crystal clear water, relishing in its refreshing properties before transforming back into my human form again. Bursting from the water's surface, I took a deep gasp of air as I resumed frolicking in the water like a curious pup.
Stefan looked at me from above, his body still covered in sap. I supposed he had rested enough and wanted to come join me.
With a sudden deafening howl, he leapt into the water in beast form. Asshole! I thought as the peaceful stream suddenly turned into whitewater rapids from the turbulence of his heavy body. Still, from how happy he looked to be clean again, I supposed I could let it slide.
I finished washing the sap off me and returned to the bank to retrieve my stuf- where was it? My bag was gone. Warning bells went off in my head as I thought of Stefan's provisions too. I looked at the rocky outcrop from where Stefan jumped off. There was some sort of figure there, watching us. With his back to the glinting sun behind him, it was difficult to see who it was.
That motherfucker will pay, I thought, feeling my feral side rise to the surface of my consciousness yet again.
"Stefan!"
"What?" he cried playfully, clearly still preoccupied by the refreshing qualities of water.
"Up there," I tersely replied, focusing on transforming back.
He cast a glance at where my things should be and then at the unknown figure staring at us from the rocky outcrop.
"Oh," he muttered, fresh fur emerging from his skin.
We bounded up the cliff as easily as werewolves could. Our eyes glinted in the sunlight, giving warning to our fearsome, feral nature. Whoever that idiot was, he was about to pay for taking our belongings. Of course, we moved too fast for him to react. He had barely taken two steps back when we reached the top of the outcrop, claws unsheathed, intending to set ourselves upon this thief. I was a friendly person, but when someone just fucks you out of the blue, I can get pretty violent.