"They will have ample silver weapons, I imagine, but the true strength of a werewolf hunter lies in how well they know their prey. They are experts at tracking werewolves while simultaneously hiding themselves. All skilled werewolf hunters are intelligent and crafty foes, as the unintelligent ones invariably perish. They can form ambushes and traps that are near impossible to survive, let alone escape from. If you fight on their terms, you should expect to lose. Their weakness, however, is that, when they do not have a trap or ambush to rely on, they are barely any tougher than normal foes. Even silver weapons cannot make up for the sheer force and ferocity a werewolf is capable of. If we are to kill this Orc, we will need to track him before he tracks us. It will be a battle of the mind, of our skills as hunters, as much as it is a battle of fighting prowess." Meesei explained.
"If we manage to find him first, just follow our lead into the fight and you will be alright. Just remember the training we have been giving you." Ahnasha added.
"Indeed, you have been learning quickly. On that note, I intend for us all to go on a hunt together tomorrow, both to kill enough creatures to make hide cloaks for the pack, and to teach you how we all work together during a hunt. Unlike our previous training sessions, this one will not be focused on you, but on the unit. Every single one of us will be hunting together, so you need to find your role within the group." She explained.
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"Indeed, but Vvardenfell is a big place, and there is a lot of ground to cover. This Orc is meant to be in Eastern Vvardenfell, so the city of Vos is going to be our best bet for finding him. It was one of the early cities to be rebuilt after the Red Year, so it is one of the largest in the area. Unfortunately, to reach the city requires cutting across the heart of the island, through the foyadas and lava flows of the Molag Amur region. It will still be a few weeks before we arrive, but we are much closer than before." Meesei explained.
"I just hope the other packs Hircine chose for this hunt had to travel as far as we did. If not, he could be dead by the time we arrive." Ahnasha commented.
Meesei nodded. "Indeed, but I would not underestimate this Orc. He is one of our enemy's most proficient werewolf hunters. He likely has an entire band of hunters supporting him. If a pack rushes themselves to reach him first and overexert themselves, they may find themselves the prey."
"Well, I am not going to let my condition stop myself from helping. If he is that dangerous, we will all be needed. I am still well enough to fight for the time being." Ahnasha said. Meesei nodded in response. She was not comfortable with it, but this was something they had discussed before, and as much as she wished it wasn't true, Ahnasha was correct. This Orc was not going to be some base prey.
"I just hope the other packs Hircine chose for this hunt had to travel as far as we did. If not, he could be dead by the time we arrive." Ahnasha commented.
Meesei nodded. "Indeed, but I would not underestimate this Orc. He is one of our enemy's most proficient werewolf hunters. He likely has an entire band of hunters supporting him. If a pack rushes themselves to reach him first and overexert themselves, they may find themselves the prey."
"Well, I am not going to let my condition stop myself from helping. If he is that dangerous, we will all be needed. I am still well enough to fight for the time being." Ahnasha said. Meesei nodded in response. She was not comfortable with it, but this was something they had discussed before, and as much as she wished it wasn't true, Ahnasha was correct. This Orc was not going to be some base prey.
Yeah. It's going to be difficult to figure out how much to have Ahnasha do. When she can help and when she cannot. For now, she is physically just as capable as she has ever been, but minimizing risk would still be important. There are going to be some situations, though, where staying out of a fight just wouldn't be an option.
"Good morning, beautiful." Sam said giving her a smile as he brought himself to his feet. As much as he wanted to stay and hold her, he still felt nervous in doing so. As he stood over her, reaching down to offer her his hand, he could not help but to look over her body, which he could now see more clearly in the daylight. Even though she was covered in dried blood, he still found her beautiful, which caused his heart rate to accelerate a bit as he looked at her. He no longer felt quite as much embarrassment as he did the night before, but it was still going to take a lot of getting used to for him to be calm while around her in this state. It was probably going to take all day to get home, so it was something he would have to find a way to deal with.
After people get settled in at the college, I imagine any new arrivals would be asked if they were Lidda a lot.
"I'm actually done for the semester, but...I don't know. Maybe. Some of our friends might have. If we can find that river tomorrow, we can be home by the end of the day. I don't know how things are going to go with us being...werewolves, but...I'm just glad you're safe. Let's...let's just get some rest." Sam said, closing his eyes and trying to empty his mind enough to get to sleep. His mind kept going back to Stevie and the excitement he felt from holding her so closely, but the sheer exhaustion he felt eventually pushed him to sleep.
Sam awoke the next morning with the sun shining into his eyes, its rays warming his body to a much more agreeable temperature than the previous night. His heart raced once he opened his eyes and saw Stevie beside him, but after a moment, he remembered the events that put them in that position. For a few moments, he wanted nothing more than to stay in that position forever, to continue holding her tightly in his grasp. Eventually, however, he relented and started to try and get his arm out from underneath her, an act that would certainly awaken her.
Sam awoke the next morning with the sun shining into his eyes, its rays warming his body to a much more agreeable temperature than the previous night. His heart raced once he opened his eyes and saw Stevie beside him, but after a moment, he remembered the events that put them in that position. For a few moments, he wanted nothing more than to stay in that position forever, to continue holding her tightly in his grasp. Eventually, however, he relented and started to try and get his arm out from underneath her, an act that would certainly awaken her.
"And thank you for your support. I don't think I could do this alone." Ahnasha responded, nodding to Fendros before retiring to her own bedroll, along with much of the rest of the camp. A short time later, Meesei finally returned from the river, carrying her jewelry and a few leather straps and pouches in her arms. Through great effort, she managed to wash the stubborn, foul-smelling substance off of her own scales. Anything she wore made of bone or leather could be cleaned as well, but it had soaked so deeply into anything made of fur that she was forced to discard it. She would begin work on crafting a new set of clothes after training the next day, but for the moment, she was just glad to be able to get some sleep.
Instead of the usual restless, nightmare-prone sleep, Meesei received a rare blessing in the night: orders from her lord Hircine himself. She could see herself in her wolf form, kneeling on the ground before him, his massive stature, intimidating spear, and impressive antlers giving her a sight that inspired awe within her. There were dozens of other lycans around her, all bowing before him awaiting what he had to say.
"Listen, and listen well, my hounds. A new threat has arisen; a new challenger to my realm. This challenger has already taken to targeting my hounds, but this predator will soon find himself as my prey. You all will be the participants in a great hunt the likes of which has never been seen before, but first I offer to you, my chosen hounds, this: a challenge of my own to determine who shall be my champion in this hunt. In the eastern reaches of Vvardenfell, there is an Orc who serves our new enemy. He is a master hunter in his own right, but he has killed more of my hounds than any of my enemy's servants, including my former champion. Kill this Orc, take the ring he bears, and claim for yourself the title of my champion."
It was early morning when Meesei awoke. The others were just starting to wake up and get themselves ready for the day. She still intended to proceed with training for the day, but their path had now been irreversibly altered.
The next month was a rather strenuous one. After explaining to the others what Hircine intended for them, they set out for Morrowind. The pack became focused almost entirely on two things: traveling, and training Fendros. With a new threat looming over the horizon, he would need to be ready much sooner than Meesei had anticipated. Luckily, he was a fast learner and was making definite progress. Each pack member had something to teach him, from combat tactics, to meditative techniques designed to help control his beast. It would take time, but he was definitely on his way.
Travelling by foot was a long and arduous process, but the group eventually made it to Morrowind and took a boat to a small fishing village on the western shores of Vvardenfell. It took time to hunt enough creatures to trade for gold to buy passage, as well as more "civilized" clothing to help blend in, but they were well on their way to their destination. Once they were far enough away from the settlement, they took shelter in a cave for the night to protect them from the ashstorms that were all too common on the island. They packed away the clothing they had purchased as well in favor of their normal clothes, as they would need to keep them undamaged in case they needed to go to a settlement again.
As Lorag and Janius were setting up the fire deeper in the cave, Meesei and Ahnasha were standing by the cave's exit, observing the ashstorm that raged just outside.
"We should probably dedicate some time tomorrow to finding local creatures to hunt to make cloaks for ourselves. These storms can pop up at any time, and we are going to need them for protection." Ahnasha suggested.
"Agreed. We need to keep up our pace as much as possible, but we do not need to take any extra risks, especially you." Meesei responded.
Ahnasha nodded. So far, she had shown no visible signs of pregnancy, but it would not be long before the symptoms, such as nausea and fatigue, began to set in. She would need to be prepared to deal with that, even in this harsh climate.
Instead of the usual restless, nightmare-prone sleep, Meesei received a rare blessing in the night: orders from her lord Hircine himself. She could see herself in her wolf form, kneeling on the ground before him, his massive stature, intimidating spear, and impressive antlers giving her a sight that inspired awe within her. There were dozens of other lycans around her, all bowing before him awaiting what he had to say.
"Listen, and listen well, my hounds. A new threat has arisen; a new challenger to my realm. This challenger has already taken to targeting my hounds, but this predator will soon find himself as my prey. You all will be the participants in a great hunt the likes of which has never been seen before, but first I offer to you, my chosen hounds, this: a challenge of my own to determine who shall be my champion in this hunt. In the eastern reaches of Vvardenfell, there is an Orc who serves our new enemy. He is a master hunter in his own right, but he has killed more of my hounds than any of my enemy's servants, including my former champion. Kill this Orc, take the ring he bears, and claim for yourself the title of my champion."
It was early morning when Meesei awoke. The others were just starting to wake up and get themselves ready for the day. She still intended to proceed with training for the day, but their path had now been irreversibly altered.
The next month was a rather strenuous one. After explaining to the others what Hircine intended for them, they set out for Morrowind. The pack became focused almost entirely on two things: traveling, and training Fendros. With a new threat looming over the horizon, he would need to be ready much sooner than Meesei had anticipated. Luckily, he was a fast learner and was making definite progress. Each pack member had something to teach him, from combat tactics, to meditative techniques designed to help control his beast. It would take time, but he was definitely on his way.
Travelling by foot was a long and arduous process, but the group eventually made it to Morrowind and took a boat to a small fishing village on the western shores of Vvardenfell. It took time to hunt enough creatures to trade for gold to buy passage, as well as more "civilized" clothing to help blend in, but they were well on their way to their destination. Once they were far enough away from the settlement, they took shelter in a cave for the night to protect them from the ashstorms that were all too common on the island. They packed away the clothing they had purchased as well in favor of their normal clothes, as they would need to keep them undamaged in case they needed to go to a settlement again.
As Lorag and Janius were setting up the fire deeper in the cave, Meesei and Ahnasha were standing by the cave's exit, observing the ashstorm that raged just outside.
"We should probably dedicate some time tomorrow to finding local creatures to hunt to make cloaks for ourselves. These storms can pop up at any time, and we are going to need them for protection." Ahnasha suggested.
"Agreed. We need to keep up our pace as much as possible, but we do not need to take any extra risks, especially you." Meesei responded.
Ahnasha nodded. So far, she had shown no visible signs of pregnancy, but it would not be long before the symptoms, such as nausea and fatigue, began to set in. She would need to be prepared to deal with that, even in this harsh climate.
Sam could feel his heart rate increasing as he looked over Stevie, but there were few options remaining. She was smaller than himself, and would certainly be experiencing the cold that much more harshly. "O-Okay." He said finally as he crawled over to her. He hesitantly put his arms around her, then laid down on the ground beside her, holding her tightly in an attempt to conserve warmth. Despite the general awkwardness of the situation, it was a definite improvement. It was not an instant cure for the problem, as he still felt cold, but it was at least more bearable now. Of course, there was another part of his mind that was glad to be holding her for an entirely different reason, but he did his best to ignore it.
Sam was silent for a few long moments, not really knowing what to say that wouldn't make the situation more awkward. "Are you...alright?" He asked again, at least wanting to know if she felt warm enough for the moment.
Sam was silent for a few long moments, not really knowing what to say that wouldn't make the situation more awkward. "Are you...alright?" He asked again, at least wanting to know if she felt warm enough for the moment.
Sam looked around, continuing to try and weigh his options. Before today, he had never seriously feared for his life before, but now he was faced with the prospect of freezing to death in the middle of the night, a situation he was certainly unprepared for. "I don't know where anything like that would be. There aren't many things out here with which to keep warm. I mean, we have each other, but...well, with our, uh, current state of dress, that would be, uh, well..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and practically sweating with embarrassment. On the bring side, his embarrassment definitely helped him feel warmer, at least.
"There's...also that boar over there. I've heard you can...cover yourself in a dead animals...entrails to keep warm, but..." He began, almost gagging at the thought of it. They really did not have many good options, and certainly no comfortable ones.
"There's...also that boar over there. I've heard you can...cover yourself in a dead animals...entrails to keep warm, but..." He began, almost gagging at the thought of it. They really did not have many good options, and certainly no comfortable ones.
"I...don't know. I don't know how to make a fire or anything, and I think I remember ripping out of my clothes when I transformed, so there wouldn't be much to find even if I knew which direction to go." Sam said, drawing his knees in close to himself and rubbing his hands over his arms to try and keep himself warm. "I have no idea how to get back to the car, and if we go off in a random direction, we could end up going deeper into the forest. I don't know what to do to get back to the...or wait, actually I think I have an idea. There is a river that cuts through the forest. Provided we didn't run too far and cross it, it should be to the west. I've been to that river before, so if we follow it long enough, we should be able to get to somewhere I recognize, and I can get us back to the car. I just...I don't know which way west is. I'll know once the sun rises, but who knows how long that will be. Ah, I wish it wasn't so cold."
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