Though he enjoys the feel of his mate’s hand, softly stroking his back as he takes his meal, Olafr can’t help but hold an opposite worry than his brother.
“And does she treat me as the boys do, ever the pet. I think it gives her comfort to pretend there is no fated mate inside my wolf.”#p#分页标题#e#
“This cannot go on.”
“It will not for long,” Olafr assures his brother. “I can feel her wolf taking in my scent behind her human’s back.”
Yea, the she-wolf will be theirs soon. Her human would deny this, but Olafr can sense her wolf ripening to the idea of him. Beholding him with primal interest whenever their she-wolf leaves her chamber.
Which she does very rarely. Only to journey down the stairs to the large cooking hearth, below, a couple times a day. There she gathers many shiny packages and bottles filled with strange, brightly colored potions, before climbing back up the stairs and disappearing once again into her chamber.
This morn is no different. After a few moments of petting, she leaves the plate of food with him and hies away, taking with her only the clear packages and one strangely shaped drinking conveyance with the image of two warring red bulls upon it’s shiny surface.
Olafr thinks there must be food in the packages, given their she-wolf has yet to share a meal with her family in the two days he has been here. Not wholesome, strengthening food of the sort his mother does make, but the evil, packaged food of which she spake when describing her time. He also has little trust of the potions the she-wolf drinks, as he suspects they are behind the strange clicking noises he hears coming from her room at all hours.
At first, Olafr was merely curious. She spoke not at all. There only came from her room strange clicking sounds. But when the sounds continued without cease, he felt the stirrings of concern.
What is she doing? Why does she never leave her room? What is she afraid of?
And she is afraid. He has sensed this fear from the moment she attempted to deny their claim. But he also senses her fear goes well beyond taking two shifters to mate. Something other than their claim is keeping her in her room, making her fearful of coming out. But what?
Olafr spends much time outside her door pondering this question. Truth be told, protecting their she-wolf has been dull work, indeed. Even with his small play-cousins coming up the stairs to give him gifts of leftover food and escort him outside to empty his bladder behind the house.
Olafr can smell more children in the house. But the three boys he knew in his own time are the only ones who visit, and even then, under the watchful eye of their father, Fenrir Rafe. Olafr appreciates the visits, but understands the escort he receives is meant to prevent him from traveling around the kingdom house on his own. His brother is right about the shifters from other lands. They cannot control their wolves and do not trust even a Viking in wolf form.
However, later that morn a new human comes up the stairs. Long and thin with near the same coloring as his sister, but with black hair instead of red. She is Aunt Alisha’s older sister he soon realizes. But like many of the brown beauties from this land, the years hang upon her kindly.
“H-hello,” she says, when she reaches the top of the steps.
Olafr rises to all fours and waits patiently for her to state her reason for coming.
He can hear her audible gulp and it seems she is forcing herself to take a few steps in his direction.
“I…need to talk to Tee and I’m hoping to dear God what Alisha said about you not killing me on sight is true.”
Olafr blinks, wondering again about this land where shifters are so frightened of their wolves.
“Okay, so I’m just going to…” she quickly knocks on the door, as if afraid that action alone will send him into a killing frenzy.
A moment later, their she-wolf appears, giving a great yawn as she says, “Hey, Janelle. What are you doing up here?”
“Did I wake you?” the one called Janelle asks.#p#分页标题#e#
“No, actually you saved me from dozing off, and I still have a few more simulations to run before we send the final game concept presentation to the Koreans, so that’s a good thing.”
The look on Janelle’s face tells Olafr she has about as much understanding of their she-wolf’s words as he does. However, like his mother when she does not comprehend something spoken to her in their father’s tongue, she responds politely. “It sounds like you have plenty of work to do, so I’ll try not to keep you too long.”
The woman hesitates, looking towards Olafr once again. “May I come in?” she asks their she-wolf. “I’d like to talk more about…what we discussed the other night, before…” she seems to be choosing her words carefully “…certain events.”