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Subject: The end of the trail

The Wolf Pack
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Date Posted: 17:14:15 03/03/03 Mon

A twig cracked. A sharp, dry sound in the abiss.

"Shut up," Marak hissed loudly.
"Shut up yourself," Leon whisphered back.
"I didn't step on the stick, you moron."
"That wasn't..." A knife blade touched his throat.
"Be silent," the Wolf commanded quietly, the menace dripping from his voice. His noise twitched in disgust, "and take a bloody bath."
The knife withdrawn Leon pulled himself roughly from his leader's grip. "You don't spell too good yourself," he muttered.
The Wolf's hand flew back to his scabbard. "What did you say?" he asked, adder-like.
"Nothing," Leon mumbled sullenly.
"See that you keep it that way."

And he was gone, melting back into the undergrowth after the rest of the pack leaving the brothers together once more.
Leon began to speak again but thought better of it and followed Marak down the leaf lined trail. Soon the song of a river reached his ears and Marak motioned for Leon to join him in the bush that was hiding him from their quarry.

Across from them in a clearing stood a woman and a white horse. Gently the woman lead the horse into the deeper water where the cool, fast current washed over its obviously swollen foot. She turned her head and Leon heard his brother's gasp before realising that he too held his breath. The sunlight glinted of a million ripples in the river's sufface, reflecting and dappling the face that seemed in this quiet grove after five years imprisonment to be lovlier than life itself.

"I want her," Marak murmered.
"We'll have her soon enough," Leon answered softly. "The Wolf said nothing about our benifactor wanting the victim unspoiled." His face cracked into a leer. "I can't wait for night."
Marak turned to his brother, as an idea spawned in his brain. "Why should we? Without her horse she'll be helpless. One woman against the pack. We can take her before its even lunchtime."
"Marak, no..." Leon mouthed desparately but the arrow was in the bow.

The startled horse whinnied desparately as the shaft passed its ear and the woman turned blue eyes piercing, looking through the foliage into the spot where they were concealed. A second passed before she mounted her still panicking horse and swung off into the forest.

"Which idiot did that?" the Wolf roared. "Everyone back to the horses. She's getting away."

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