The group made it down to the floor and into our view by late morning, they spent the hours looking over the bodies, checking for any survivors, none found, even the youngest of cubs had been butchered.

Eventually the scout group laid all the bodies to rest, the smoke rose high above us even at the height we were on the mountainside. They retained the old rituals to cleanse the area and began the climb back up to the camp.

That night they told the stories of the nightmare below, how the creatures had butchered our kin, so we could learn their methods.

They told of the types of beastmen, not just warriors lay dead but spirit speakers and those strong in magics. The leaders were beheaded and separated from their bodies like they had been kicked around as a game, the cubs were ripped apart limb from limb like they were being fought over and the women showed signs of rape both before and after death.

One of our spirit speakers went down with the scouting party and spoke with a warrior and a cub to find out any details, the warrior said that the horde were waiting when they got there, they were just a small hunting party and didn’t stand a chance. The cub said that their party had been on the move for fresh ground, as the horde had taken over their homeland. They then found themselves trapped in the valley with the other dead they could not put to rest, he hid as well as he could but was found by 3 goblins and they pulled him apart arguing over him.

 

We stayed on top of the valley for a moon, watching and waiting, then one day we smelt a familiar scent – Kendall.

I was out in the forest looking for a new length of wood for a stave, as I had just broken my last one over my brother’s head!

I caught his scent when he was still a good league away, the wind in my favour; I quickly tidied myself up a bit, taking out some straw and brushing off bits of mud from my fight earlier, and kept a watch for him.

Unfortunately I wasn’t as clever as first thought and he had me from behind in a bear hold before I’d heard a twig snap.

“What you doing out on your own little one?” he asked me, still holding me tight, I could feel him pressing tight against me and I didn’t want him to let go. I imagined his member rising in desire for me, then us embracing each other; touching each other; then finally when we could hold apart no more us lying together, wildly, passionately.

 

“Hey little one, your day dreaming again” he started me from my thoughts and then released me, I quickly stepped away and we began to discuss all that had happened since we last saw each other.

He had gathered another two packs with him and yet another two he hoped would be with us in a day or two. So we separated, he went back to get the packs that had camped a way up the path and I went back to our camp to spread the news.

 

The following morning they came into view. After much debate and story sharing everyone was filled in on all situations. These two packs had seen trouble along the way, had witnessed the aftermath of these creatures, the pillaged villages and the burning wrecks of homes, these creatures just destroyed all in their path, carpets and beasts alike.

The bodies strewn across the ground like rag dolls, dismembered and bloody, not a care for the rituals for our dead they were in various states of decomposition.

 

A mass hunt was chosen as the bonding tool for the four packs to come together as one.

This was to be my first proper family hunt, I had finally reached the age of maturity in the eyes of my family, where I could join my older brothers and sisters and make our pack strong.

My twin and I prepared alongside the family for the hunt, and although I was excited about the hunt it wasn’t this excitement that drove my forward, but the thought of running alongside Kendall, showing him that now I am ready to be his, no longer a cub to ignore.

The elders were to stay with the cubs and a small number of adults as protection; these were to be rotated over the following days and hunts, so all had a chance to run.

The hunt was a great success and did indeed help us to bond with the other packs, learn their ways, over the next few days we went out many times and grew more and more into one united pack.

 

One night as we sat around the camp staring stories I noticed Kendall disappear into the woods to relieve himself, I followed him and waited then I watched from a distance, now bold as an adult. I wanted for to put his arms around me and take me.

I watched him build a small fire loving it and hoping he would love me the same, show me that tenderness and be as gentle with me, he interrupted my thoughts “My sweet” he said to me, “come closer, it’s a cold night why do you stand alone over there?”

I moved closer to him I sat to his side, a polite distance away and fed sticks into the fire. We spoke of the coming battle, of the roles we had already be given of the important jobs we had to do, I moved closer to him as we spoke, dreaming of him moving towards me to touch and to hold me.

At a lull in the conversation I asked him “how do you see me?”

He thought about this for so long, I thought he would not reply or tell me to go and stop wasting his time.

After a while he said “When I met you, you were an older cub, about to flower into a beautiful young beastie. And now…. That flower has bloomed and is ripe for picking.”

My heart jumped into my mouth as I tried to take in what he had just said…”so you see me as an adult?” I asked to clarify.

“Of course and one I would very much like to taste” came his cheeky reply.

He stood up and walked over to me gently lifting me from my seat he took me in his arms and slowly sat down with me on his lap; I could feel his desire rise beneath me as he turned me round to face him. My heart thumped so hard I was sure he would feel and know that I was nervous perhaps think I was scared, I was anything but scared I was yearning for his touch, for this moment, from the moment I caught his scent all those moons ago.

He softly laid his left hand upon my cheek and slid his right hand behind my neck and slowly pulled me forward for my very first kiss.

His breath on my cheek made my skin prickle, and then our lips touched and I was living my dream. Desire rose deep inside of me, and we were franticly discovering each others mouths over and over again. He tasted like nothing I have ever tried before, better than I could have imagined in my bed alone.

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