Lyssa_Marie
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Natalie's feet crunched on the autumn leaves that scattered about in the forest grounds as she headed back towards the hunter's wooden cabin near the clearing with a mere bundle of flowers she managed to scrounge up a little away from the area. Up beside a tree several yards away was a headstone with a cross sticking up from the ground.
Thirteen years.
Thirteen years the hunter had been there for her, comforting and assuring her that the wolf that tried to kill her when she was a child wasn't going to come near her ever again. If he wasn't taking care of her like any other parent during the day, getting her to come along with him during his hunts (as he had never trusted leaving her alone by herself in the house), he was always guarding her during the night, staying and sometimes sleeping with her in her room to make certain that wolf wasn't going to come around again.
If anything, what he did to the wolf was a sheer invitation of a challenge should the wolf attempt to take revenge.
And then five days after she turned eighteen, the hunter had suddenly passed away. His funeral and burial by his own home. It wasn't something that Natalie could quite understand on how he could have died so soon, concerning that he was good health. Even for someone in his forties.
She stood over the hunter's grave, placing the small handful of flowers beside the headstone. Ever since the hunter had passed on, Natalie couldn't help but worry about the wolf that was still seeking retribution. Then again, thirteen years had passed. There was no way that creature could still be alive, could it?
As she continued looking down at the mere headstone, the wind picked up the leaves, blowing that along with the flowers past her. She wrapped the red cloak that she had all these years around her head to prevent the wind from messing up the raven thin curls.
Thirteen years.
Thirteen years the hunter had been there for her, comforting and assuring her that the wolf that tried to kill her when she was a child wasn't going to come near her ever again. If he wasn't taking care of her like any other parent during the day, getting her to come along with him during his hunts (as he had never trusted leaving her alone by herself in the house), he was always guarding her during the night, staying and sometimes sleeping with her in her room to make certain that wolf wasn't going to come around again.
If anything, what he did to the wolf was a sheer invitation of a challenge should the wolf attempt to take revenge.
And then five days after she turned eighteen, the hunter had suddenly passed away. His funeral and burial by his own home. It wasn't something that Natalie could quite understand on how he could have died so soon, concerning that he was good health. Even for someone in his forties.
She stood over the hunter's grave, placing the small handful of flowers beside the headstone. Ever since the hunter had passed on, Natalie couldn't help but worry about the wolf that was still seeking retribution. Then again, thirteen years had passed. There was no way that creature could still be alive, could it?
As she continued looking down at the mere headstone, the wind picked up the leaves, blowing that along with the flowers past her. She wrapped the red cloak that she had all these years around her head to prevent the wind from messing up the raven thin curls.