Wolf dreams part1

The cold air gave way to the steam from his mouth, breath seeming to freeze as it left his lips. Air crackling around him as if something was coming. He smelt the magic before he heard it, the loud crack of fire against a tree as he yelped in surprise. The warm taste of iron hung on his lips driping crimson into the snow yet he did not question he did not speak.
“RUN!” The thought echoed tough his head as his feet padded against the snow movng quickly from the voices behind him. The sent of fear, of anger, of thrill of the hunt danced in his head. A thump sounded against the tree he just rounded the quiver of the arrow shaft did not need to remind him the game that was to be. His breathing quickened as he ran up the hill powerful muscles seeming to carry him faster then he had ever gone before mind dancing in the darkness.

“Hunt…” The voice in his mind spoke again causing him to pause on the ridge shaking his shaggy head. He spoke yet his voice did not escape his lips, only replaced with a wolf's howl into the darkness. Below he could see those who followed winding their way though the forest. Pausing to listen for an answer, he could smell their fear.
The wolf steped back from the hills edge moving silently back to the forest yet he paused hearing answer to his call, soft, distant somewhere deep inside the man was comforted by this, a reminder that he was not alone.
Time passed slowly int o the night as the smells and sounds returned to normal as if the wolf disapeared like a ghost in the night, or the return call frightened those who hunted. The soft trickle of a stream called to the wolf beconing the packless creature to drink from its safe depths. He tired from the hunt, and his thirst was great distracting the hunter from the silence…”
The arrow didn’t hurt when it went in silencing the howl; the wolf destracted by the reflection in the water by the moon. His gray black fur seemed sticky around his mussle caked with something red, the taste of his last kill still on his lips. Weakness found his body as the arrow bit into his shoulder causing a yelp to escape both minds rocking with pain as they cried out into the darkness.
“CALDRIC!” Noises seem to come from all around, the soft sound of boot on the soft ground as jaws bite at the hands that near. He can feel the blood trickle from his shoulder as the wolf stuggles to stand. Another sharp pain comes from his side, the slash of cold steel stained red as yellow eyes stare up at his attacker life slowly sliping from them.
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“come back to us…” Caldrics eyes open slowly sweat covering the strong mans face, as the colour red trickles along the white sheets staining the fur blankets he kept close to him. His mind still races, adrenlin pumping as he tried to focus wincing slightly. “He’s bleeding…” It was an elf that spoke as hands helped the barbarian get to a chair, the flash of a knife causing him to flinch suprising those who cut away his shirt to expose the wounds. Words hung in the man's throat as if he boardard on the edge of death taking the tankard of water in both hands when it was offered.
“What caused these my friend…. “He looked to the dark elf, spying the blood on his blackened fingers… his own blood as two worked to bandage the wounds another speaking to the gods asking for a favor to grant them healng. “The barbarian looked up to the elf who spoke as if the words themselves did not form clearly in his head. Moments passed in silence as six looked on with wonder, and fear something was taking their friend in the night… something was causing him pain in his sleep. The sun started to raise slowly those who called caldric friend took turns sitting with the silent warrior.
“The hunters are coming.” His words were soft and raspy struggled to come to his lips as he sank in the chair, the embrace of slumber calling to the weiry man.