Cypress is getting restless with the daily monotony. I can tell in his wary eyes and the way he grudgingly lays on the cobblestones as I talk to yet another villager about the wonders of garlic. Any other day he would be by himself in the forest, waiting for me while I peddle what small quantity of tinctures I have before going back to him. Sometimes he would even have a small leftover of a kill waiting for me, something to roast over the fire.
Today is different, and Cypress won't leave my side. Instead, the stubborn wolverine sniffs and growls at every person who approaches me. Five villagers back off before I snap at him.
"Cypress, knock it off. Why don't you go off and hunt in the forest? I'm sure you can find a nice rabbit or two."
Cypress looks up and snarls.
"Seriously, what is up with you today? We've only just arrived here and you--"
Flashes of light and echoes of sound bombard my senses.
A female - wielding a bow - animal by her side - calling for help. A fortress - guarded by the black haired ones.
I shake my head, wondering if I've truly gone mad.
No, go to her, Mistera. Answer the call.
I sit down momentarily, catching my breath. Cypress licks my hand and then scampers to the road, looking back to see if I will follow.
It seems he got the same call as I. When the wilds call, I am there to answer.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
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