A lazy moon hung above the sky as if it was a large silver bird perched comfortably over the forest. Its silver light enveloped the forest like a blanket of smoke. The small game of the forest was the only soundtrack breaking the silence brought on by the cover of night. Tarmalo could hear scratching from the canopy above him. The noises were enough to grab his attention before they suddenly stopped. A moment later a small possum dropped from the canopy above him as a family of squirrels started chattering. Tarmalo chuckled to himself and continued on.
As he continued on Tarmalo stopped and looked behind him to make sure Sabla was still behind him. She was. Her beautiful auburn fur looked chestnut in silver light of the summer moon. He smiled. Happy to have someone to share such a pleasant summer night with. Who could possibly worry or care on such a beautiful relaxing night such as this one? Yes, there was danger in the world, and an even greater one was risked with war going about but Tarmalo felt secure and invulnerable with Saba by his side.
The sweet scent of pine mixed with the mellow aroma of moss hanging from the branches that was brought on by the cool humidity of the forest was enough to make Tarmalo lift his tail high and dance with the stars. His white tipped coal black fur glittered in the hazy moonlight of the forest. His eyes were like two brown stars in a sea of coal. Their brightness completely mirrored the emotions his body language so loudly spoke.
A small breeze worked its way through the forest until it eventually its cool touch was ruffling their fur. Then Tarmalo sat down and proceeded to itch his back.
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"You know, you better hurry up," she said, "That hunter's coming and if he sees you eating it, you'll have an arrow in you like that deer." "HERAKK HUFF FWUT, ughhh uh..... he is?"
It was quiet, as it always was in the night. As it should be. Two pairs of eyes glittered through the forest, paws soft and swift across the land. They slowed together, in tune to one another as noises could be heard in the canopy above.
Keen auds swiveled, as Sabla listened to the noises of the night. Something rattled above them. A twig snapped. Leaves rustled. A opossum dropped from the branches, squirrels wrestled and chattered with each other. Tarmalo chuckled, his brown eyes shining with amusement in the pale moonlight. He glanced behind to check if she was following.
Sabla smiled reassuringly, her jade eyes nearly glowing, and trotted forward to lick his nose. He seemed in a good mood and so was she, Sabla was always in a good mood around Tarmalo. He was such good company, she couldn't think of anyone else she wished to be with.
She laughed again, mimicking him as she swished her bushy auburn tail, black tipped on the end. Sabla bounded ahead, enjoying the cool breeze of the coming autumn, and spun around playfully back to Tarmalo, a sly look in her eye.
Tarmalo smiled, happy to have Sabla with him. He watched her bound ahead from tree to tree before turning back with a sly look in her eye. At that moment tarmalo thought how great it would be being able to fly or run from branch to branch like the small bushy brown squirrels he had seen on any number of occasions.
Again the cool summer breeze ran its fingers through his tinted coal fur. He narrowed his eyes and yawned. Getting back up, Tarmalo made to close the small gap between him and his mate. His rocked from side to side as he frivolously mimicked the lazy movement of the forest canopy. He stopped when came face to face with the possum still lying on the forest floor. Tarmalo waited, then poked the critter with his nose before watching large rodent come back to life and scurry its way back up the tree.
Tarmalo sighed and looked over to Sabla. “Wouldn't be great if we could run in the trees like the squirrels,” asked Tarmalo. “Or use our tails like possums?”
Then at the particular moment in time Tarmalo thought that it would at least be worth his time to see how the forest floor wold look from atop of a tree. He backed away from the tree the possum where the possum fell out, eying a low branch. He took a deep breath and bounded away like a hurricane when suddenly he collided head first with the tree causing a loud thud.
Stars danced across his vision. A low moan escaping his throat. Obviously he was not a squirrel and could not climb as one. Accepting this fact Tarmalo got up and tried to move on. He turned around and started towards Sabla but a pain in his left paw made him freeze. Curious, Tarmalo sat down and examined his paw, and to his surprise there was a large thorn where the padding in his paw should have been.
"You know, you better hurry up," she said, "That hunter's coming and if he sees you eating it, you'll have an arrow in you like that deer." "HERAKK HUFF FWUT, ughhh uh..... he is?"
He grinned back at her, bouncing from side to side like a leaf does in the wind. Sabla swished her tail, hind end sticking up in the air and her head low to the ground, as if she was going to pounce on him.
Suddenly, Tarmalo stopped, glancing over at the ground. He had nearly stepped on something. She pounced up and leaped next to him, investigating as well. It was the opossum, pretending to be dead there on the forest floor. She cocked her head at it, wondering how it could have died so quickly. And then Tarmalo stuck his nose on it, stirring the creature and scaring it up a tree.
The black and white-frosted mann gazed after it longingly, slightly absent-minded. He sighed, glancing at her. “Wouldn't be great if we could run in the trees like the squirrels. Or use our tails like possums?” he asked her.
She gave him a weird look, trying to follow his mindset as he stared hard at the tree, backing up as he went. She guessed at what he was doing just before he took off. "Tarmalo! You're gonna get hurt!" and before she knew it, he head butted the tree like the rams of the mountain, fell back and lied there on the ground.
Sabla rushed up to him, growling and standing next to him, her hackles raised. That was a stupid, stupid move. She whined as he stood and stumbled, licking at his cheek again to reassure him.
"Tarmalo. We're not exactly spring chickens anymore. You're going to get yourself seriously hurt one day." she snorted and reached down at his paw, picking out the large thorn in it with one yank.
"I'm Sabla. Who are you?"
"Me?" he asked. "My name is Tarmalo, nice to meetch ya Sabla."
Rauna burst out laughing as the black wolf slammed into the tree. Immediately, she snapped her muzzle shut with her paws, and her big yellow eyes looked up at the two strangers nearby. There was no doubt in her mind that she'd been caught now. That is, if they hadn't noticed her already. She was lying nearby in a deep, dark hollow beneath a towering tree, and had been there for most of the night. It was only when Tarmalo spoke that Rauna woke up, groggy eyed and drooling. Now, after watching him smash into a tree and making her giggle, she was sure she couldn't go unnoticed any longer.
Her paws scrabbled at the loose earth as she crawled out, giving them time to pull a thorn from the black wolf's paw. But Sabla's comment made Rauna want to laugh more. First, one tried to climb a tree like a squirrel; second, the other called herself a chicken. What a couple of funny wolves! "Silly, you've never been chickens. You're Varg!" She cried, unnecessarily. Her tail was wagging as she trotted closer.
"And you're not squirrels, either," she said thoughtfully, looking at the black wolf. She sat down and cocked her head to one side, looking at the pair curiously. "Unless... unless you're made of magic or something. Godly magic. You're not the gods in disguise, are you?" She looked at them suspiciously. Rauna was still very young -- not yet a year old -- and was still entranced by legends and lore. She was also very gullible.
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