In the Company of Wolves F!DB/M!Nord [1b/?]

Date: 2013-04-01 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
She’d climbed the seven thousand steps and watched the sun set over the Throat of the World; stalked the salty coast from Solitude to Winterhold, and dived deep into the pits of countless tombs and Dwemer ruins.

Big words from a little woman, the hunter commented not unkindly. Then, he added, Good luck. Mind the wolves.

Mind the wolves. Mind the bloody wolves!

He should have warned her to mind the thorns, the roots and rocks that hide beneath the undergrowth. You might say the roots and wolves were in cohorts, for many a traveller has met their end at a wolf's mouth after tripping on one.

Gabrielle trips now.

Her boots skid as she finds herself tumbling down a steep slope. Her pack slips from her shoulders. Oh, now the wolves are so close that she hears pants and snarls! She feels hot breath on her hand and reels away.

Her head collides with a tree-root. A blossom of pain in her skull.

Can't die, she thinks. Dragonborn.

Blackness.

***

Bloody word-count. Sorry to leave it so dramatically. Just a prologue really. Quite obviously of course, Gabrielle is going to be fine. I'll post the next bit soon, but OP you must understand: Game of Thrones tonight!

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