AboutSalutations! I am Emwolf, a writer.
The following is a story written about my avi by BrainAche
<Sitting atop a large boulder just on the outskirts of the forest outside of town, Catseye was busy writing some outlandish tale that had struck her thoughts while she was in shop that day. It was a very beautiful story about a huntress whose communes with the animals she chased were so strong that she soon became one with said animals. As a bit of a wild-life enthusiast herself, the story made her smile as she flipped the pages in her small notebook to discover she'd already written a good five pages on the subject.
Leaning back and closing her eyes to the warm afternoon sun, she noticed a soft shuffling noise somewhere at the base of the rock. As she looked down, Catseye was amazed to see a wolf, just barely out of cubhood, now lying against the rock and licking at a rather painful looking wound on his forepaw. A whimpering whine issued from his throat and Catseye began to feel a certain sadness for this poor creature. Setting her notebook and pen aside (as well as some of her intelligence for the moment), she slid off the rock and landed near the wolf.
In his moment of pain, the wolf barely took notice of Catseye's approach, at first. Slowly, a growl lit in the back of his throat and he attempted to scoot back from her on his three good legs, looking as menacing as he could with that wound. Catseye did not seem to mind the growling at all and instead pulled a small baggie out of one of the many pockets of her jacket. From within, she produced a few first aid items and began setting to work on the wolf's paw.
At first, the wolf raised its good forepaw to bat her away, but he became far too curious with what this silly human was doing and watched with his head tilted and his tongue lolling out to the side, an expression of amusement for wolves. He waited patiently, only snapping at her once with his terrible jaws when she did something that particularly pained him. Catseye had apologized profusely and hugged him about his muzzle and that had been the end of that. Finally, she sat back and set his now-wrapped paw to the dirt once again.
"You mustn't lick it," she said to him, as though perhaps he understood her.
The wolf dropped his head to rest against his good forepaw and looked up at Catseye a moment before standing carefully and loping off into the woods once again. He returned several moments later, a dead rabbit in his jaws, and set it before her feet. Stepping back, he sat and watched her, almost waiting for some sort of approval, tongue out the side of his mouth as he waited. Catseye simply smiled.
"Thank you, but do you mind if I cook him before I eat him?">
I am incohoots with Boru for the manga "Mon Ban"
which we hope to publish someday.
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