by Sven Grams
‘Bloody heck, Sara,’ he whispered.
‘I know,’ Sara whined, her words barely audible. The two had stopped walking.
Misha looked over at her owner with concern. Sara’s emotions had resurfaced, and she was having a hard time putting them back in place.
Jammet looked at the sad young female in front of him. His face changed from shock to something resembling determination. Moving forward suddenly, he hugged her.
Sara instinctively returned the gesture, her soul somehow needing the embrace, the support. The two stood like that for a few seconds.
‘I’ll still come along if you want, it will only take an hour or so to get ready,’ he said, repeating his offer, this time with conviction.
Breaking the embrace, Sara smiled. Breathing in deeply the spark returned to her eyes as she regained her composure.
‘Thanks, but I can’t wait a second longer, I can do this,’ she said with strength.
Jammet observed the girl, her eyes glistening in the moonlight, there was a reason he had developed stronger feelings for her.
Sara moved forward suddenly, placing one hand on his head she leaned in for a quick but passionate kiss. Jammet took a step back for balance as she pressed her body against his, his eyes were wide open. The young male barely had time to enjoy the embrace before she withdrew. Still dumbfounded, he could only watch as the female wolf mount up.
Sara looked down at him thoughtfully for a second before she urged her horse forward.
Standing in the moonlight, he watched as she quickly disappeared into the trees. It wasn’t long before her form was lost in the shadows, quickly followed by any sound.
‘Good luck,’ Jammet said to the shadows in general. He knew that there were many things his friend would need luck for. Turning around, he noticed a new light coming from the second story of Sara’s house. It was time to go.
- CHAPTER TEN -
Off the beaten track?
(The tale of Trex and Sara)
Direct sunlight was still hidden from Trex as he awoke early the next morning. Being on the coast of the WesternWilderness the sun would have to climb a bit higher to appear over the stony peaks that marked the edge of the Wolf Kingdome territory to the wild forests.
Trex was unaware that Sara had left the night before, or that she was even now somewhere in the rocky and forested wilderness of the coastal valleys, just like him.
Stretching out on his sleeping mat, Trex looked up into the sky. Large clouds were moving slowly south, painted orange by the morning sun. Out above the ocean, darker clouds were massing in the distance.
Perhaps there would be rain? thought Trex.
Standing up, the young lion stretched again. From his campsite on a high ridge he could see all the way down to the lower hills, with their increasingly dry and more spread out vegetation. It was strange, it hardly ever rained at RefugeCross, yet up here, less then a day away by horse, it rained quite often. Trex had little memory of his life before RefugeCross. He had not travelled anywhere else since he had originally moved to be with his father. Trex wondered if the rest of the world had such different environments in such close proximity. From what he had been told of the world, he doubted it.
Trex had slept well, he was happy that all appeared to be going as he had planned. After wishing Brekiz goodbye yesterday Trex had made his way to BridgeHead, but instead of heading on to the savannah and desert coast as he had told everyone, he had turned back towards the WesternWilderness coast on the other side of the river Thitchel.
The lion youth was quite pleased with himself, not only had he managed to slip past the last of the lion outposts unseen, but he had managed to do it on his young horse, Flint.
The impatient animal was obviously slowly coming to terms with its lion master.
It was all a nice little game for Trex. It had not been necessary to sneak by the lion watch towers, but he was still happy that he had managed it. Trex didn’t want it to go on record as having passed through this way. In the unlikely event of it getting back to his uncle and aunty it would have caused them to worry unnecessarily.
Unbeknown to Trex, this definitely would have been the case now. Shortly after he had passed into the WesternWilderness the border to the wilds had been closed. The message regarding the bears had been passed on by the wolves to the lions. Trex’s uncle and aunt where informed the previous evening and just like Brekiz, they thought that Trex was safely out somewhere in the savannah or on the southern coast.
Eating some dried meat and oats, Trex drank some water from a nearby creek, sitting happily on a larger rock on the streams edge he was already packed up and ready to go.
The young lion had not felt this free in a long time, if ever. Suddenly he understood the real allure of travelling, being on the road. There was an excitement to it, something that could become quite addictive he was sure. Trex realised that he was quickly becoming swept away with the whole thing; an unknown horizon, the new world ahead.
Finishing his food, Trex decided to meditate. It was dangerous to travel in the wilds, particularly if you were blinded by the adventure-side of it all. As well as dangers from wild animals there were Anthro wolves to worry about. He would have to be careful. The WesternWilderness was only a small strip of land between increasingly towering peeks and the merciless coast. The further he went into the mountains the tighter the room became, there were only so many passes through the mountains he could take. If he ran into something unexpected he could quickly become trapped.
Trex sat cross-legged on a large rounded rock. Breathing rhythmically, the young lion concentrated on his meditative techniques. Focused on his surroundings, he felt a familiar presence coming closer. Trying to ignore the creature, Trex was forcibly brought out of his meditation as Flint began to nibble on one of his large round furry ears.
‘Flint!’ shouted Trex, startling the young horse.
The four-legged animal jumped away before trotting in an impatient circle to finally stare at his owner with large inquisitive eyes. Flint didn’t like it when Trex mediated, the complete absence of any signs of life made the intuitive animal nervous. Trex gave up on his meditation. It would be a long lazy ride today anyway. His maps of the WesternWilderness were not as good as he would have liked though. Today he would be able to test his concentration and awareness. Giving his horse a friendly smile, Trex stood up, Flint approached nervously, receiving a friendly pat.
‘Let’s get a move on boy,’ Trex said.
Back at RefugeCross there was indeed little chance of rain. On the far horizon the clouds massed, but it would be weather for others. As it had most days, the city would have sunshine, and plenty of it.
On the main road that led out of the city stood a solitary grey stone tower, unlike most other buildings in the lion controlled city this building was of wolf architecture. It was a guard tower built during the time of wolf control and now served the lions. It was also a common place to find the lion Commander: Captain Felx.
At the top of the tower were four balconies that allowed a great view onto the city and the lower planes. Between these balconies was a large square room which served as an office for Felx and his higher officers on most occasions. Captain Felx had always preferred to be in this little tower instead of the inner city. It made him feel more integrated into the community, more in touch with what was happening on the ground. Here he could be visited by normal citizens and meet and great Anthros as he did his rounds. It was occasionally annoying, but he felt the extra contact was worth it. It also proved extremely useful since the appointment of Lieutenant Millan, who, as his second in command was stationed in the inner city, a perfect distance he felt.
The Commander entered the room to find his two Sergeants at their desks
‘Good meeting, Sir?’ asked Kirra, looking up from her paperwork.
Felx walked past the lioness, throwing some documents onto his own desk.
‘Other then Councillor Gerak, it wasn’t too bad.’
> ‘Asked for your resignation yet?’ asked Brex. The short lion male’s desk was opposite Kirra’s, and he was currently leaning back on his chair with his large muscular feet up on the edge of his desk. Brex knew that Councillor Gerak had long been a thorn in the pro-wolf Captain’s side.
‘He’s still building up to that,’ answered Felx without much amusement. He did not look up from what he was doing.
‘Speaking of Councillor Gerak, where is Lieutenant Millan?’ asked Kirra cheekily.
Felx gave the tall blond lioness a side-glance, raising an eyebrow.
Kirra coughed slightly, knowing she had probably pushed the matter a bit far.
Felx sighed. He had known both Sergeants for a long time and his reaction reminded him of how uptight the current situation had made him.
‘She had to go back to her office for a couple of things. She’ll be here in a few minutes,’ Felx stated.
Lieutenant Millan was a bit of an issue for the Captain. Though she was undoubtedly a brilliant officer, her loyalty was still in question, even after having been with them for a few months now.
Her posting to RefugeCross had been highly unusual. The position of Lieutenant had been vacant ever since Felx had been promoted to Captain just after the death of Trex’s father. That was almost seven years ago. Her sudden appearance from the capital was suspicious and her anti-wolf attitude had made her possible connection to Councillor Gerak seem more likely. Despite having some old military friends back in the lion capital city check it out; Felx had been unable to prove anything. Captain Felx disliked not being able to trust Millan, but given the increased difficulties recently with anti-wolf attitudes amongst the government, he felt he had little choice. His first loyalty was to the Anthros of the lower plains, be it to wolf or lion.
‘Let’s recap,’ said Felx suddenly, leaning on his desk as he faced his two old friends. ‘What are the current issues?’
Looking at their Commander for a second, the two Sergeants grabbed their notes. Brex started.
‘Firstly, it looks like the wolves that broke into the inner city got away.’
‘Elaborate,’ said Felx.
‘Our trackers picked up a covered trail at the coast, it leads into the savannah,’ replied Kirra for her fellow officer.
‘They probably scuttled the boat off-shore,’ added Brex. ‘Given their head start, they would have crossed over the Thitchel back into wolf territory by now.’
‘What are we still doing on that?’ asked Felx, wanting to confirm everything so as to get a clearer picture.
‘We’re sending some wolf divers to try and find the boat. It’s Shorn’s lot, and Corporal Fistle is supervising,’ said Brex, referring to a trusted wolf fishing boat owner and a pro-wolf lion reservist.
‘We also have a team following the trail out in the savannah, just to see if we can get any more clues. All other activities have been stopped,’ finished up Kirra.
‘Hmmmm. What else.’
‘We have reinforced the border posts to the WesternWilderness, mostly with the extra reservists called up after the robbery.’
‘Good,’ said Felx.
‘Are we sending any soldiers to help the wolves?’ asked Kirra.
It had been an idea of Felx’s to offer troops to help the wolves in times of a potential Bear Tribe attack, as a gesture of good will. It was, after all, in the lion’s best interest to keep the wolves safe, bears were a common enemy.
‘No, Gerak and Herrol made sure of that, everyone is to stay here,’ replied Felx, his voice not giving away the disappointment he must have been feeling.
‘What about volunteer wolves?’ asked Kirra, referring to wolves that lived in the lower plains which would want to help their sisters and brothers in time of danger.
‘The council felt: ‘‘that it would be inappropriate to encourage the use of arms amongst wolves living in the lower plains. Even if it was only in Wolf Kingdom territory,’’’ replied Felx, as if reading from a script.
‘What about Tasch?’ asked Brex, disappointed on behalf of his Captain.
‘She tried to help,’ replied Felx, taking a seat on his desk. ‘But at the end of the day she is only one councillor, even if she is lead councillor.’
The room went quiet for a second.
‘Anything else?’ asked Felx, after a while. He leaned forward on his table.
‘There is still that reported break-in at the aviary in the inner city,’ said Kirra, flipping over the last of her note pages.
‘Other then that it has been pretty quiet,’ said Brex, throwing his own papers onto his desk and leaning back.
The two Sergeants watched as the Captain got back up and walked over to the door. Looking out for a second, Felx closed it slowly. It was unusual for the Captain to be this fidgety, even after the normal weekly meeting.
‘What is it Captain?’ asked Kirra, concerned.
‘On that, aviary, matter,’ said Felx quietly. ‘There have been some developments on that.’
Both of the Sergeants leaned forward on their desks, interested by the Captain’s sudden apparent secrecy.
‘This is to go no further, do you understand?’ said Felx, walking back to his own desk.
Turning around, Felx could see both Sergeants nodding immediately.
‘It appears there have been more problems with our message carrying feathered friends then first thought.’
‘What? So there really was a break in?’ asked Kirra.
‘Not a break in as such, but it seems certain now that messages have definitely been tampered with, and it appears at least one bird was killed.’
Kirra and Brex exchanged glances. Tampering with messenger birds was one of the most serious crimes for either wolf or lion. As everyone relied on information, tampering with even normal mail or messages was almost as bad as treason.
‘Are you sure, Sir? It would mean that it was probably one of the palace residents. Given the circumstances, they would have had to have had a key,’ said Kirra carefully. She was not really happy about suspecting a palace resident.
‘Yes, I know. Councillor Tasch has someone on the inside who took it upon themselves to take the aviary matter further,’ said Felx, referring of course to Trex’s conspiracy-theory friendly friend, Brekiz.
Kirra continued to look on with interest, but Brex suddenly knew who the captain was talking about, the short scruffy sergeant kept his ear closer to the ground then his taller female colleague. He would be sure to enlighten her later.
Felx remembered back to what he had been told by Head Councillor Tasch. Apparently, with the help of the lioness clerk, Brekiz had set up traps and alarms to try and catch out the hawk murderer. The unknown criminal had been skilled enough to avoid the alarms, but had not expected Brekiz to actually be sleeping nearby when he struck again. Once he had been woken up by the sudden commotion, Brekiz had pounced on the cloaked figure. There was a struggle and Brekiz had chased the unknown figure across the machine room that took up most of the domed palace roof cavity. Unfortunately, Brekiz had taken a nasty fall, from which he was now recovering, but the youth had chased the figure away and saved the message the unknown attacker was after.
This message Felx now held in his hand, having been given it by Councillor Tasch Huzzel, who it had originally been addressed to. Strangely enough the message had only contained a warning, not a clear one, and not a warning for anyone at RefugeCross. It was, however, the second time it was sent. The sender wondering why they had not had a reply to the first message they sent a few days ago. This only made the fact that someone was willing to kill an imperial messenger hawk for it all the more suspicious.
‘Unfortunately we don’t have enough to go on to actually charge anyone of the crime,’ said Captain Felx seriously. ‘But I want a complete review of the security to the messenger room as soon as possible. Change all locks and restrict the handing out of keys.’
Kirra noted down the new instructions neatly.
‘When was the last time
anything like these three events happened in RefugeCross?’ Felx asked his two subordinates.
‘Well there was that series of robberies a few months ago, and that unsolved fire thing,’ offered Brex, scratching his goatee thoughtfully. ‘But other then that, this has to be the most we’ve had to handle for some time.’
‘Don’t forget that wolf smuggling racket,’ said Kirra, giving a thoughtful look to her commander. ‘They do say trouble comes in threes, sir.’
‘Yes, they do… Somehow I can’t help feeling that the saying implies that the three are connected.’
‘Sir?’ questioned Brex.
‘As you both know, I have a close professional and personal relationship with Councillor Tasch and Professor Katan,’ Felx continued. ‘You two are also aware of the rumour of their connection with the wolves?’ he asked.
‘What kind of guards would we be if we didn’t,’ replied Brex with a cocky smile. He was proud of his ability to always know what was going on.
‘Well they’re true,’ said Felx casually. ‘In fact, their contact up in the hills is no other then the wolf Sage Filfia.’
This caused Kirra to draw in breath sharply before whistling, impressed. Brex, however, didn’t move a muscle.
‘The three of them have been working hard to ensure that peace is maintained here in the lower plains and in the occupied territories. As you can imagine, they have plenty to do,’ said Felx. The bearded Captain tried to read the expressions of his two Sergeants.
Disclosing this type of information was dangerous. But it had been a conscious decision by himself as well as Tasch and Katan Huzzel. Things were getting more complicated and the small group of peace keepers needed more eyes and ears. Felx hoped is intuition about his Sergeants was correct. Though they had both fought long and hard against wolves during the war, both were easygoing Anthros by nature. Felx hoped their loyalty and trust in him outweighed any prejudices they might have against wolves.
‘What’s the connection?’ asked Brex after a while. Brex’s continued business like manner putting Felx at ease.