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Updated: September 16, 2025
Akar had lived too long to give his allegiance easily or in haste. Crossing Kalus' line solemnly, he rolled over on top of his own, blurring it into obscurity. Realizing what this meant Kalus relaxed, nodding gratefully. Though he knew the wolf had no intention of being dominated, he accepted the gesture nonetheless.
'All right. She turned toward him, taking both his hands in hers. 'Did I ever tell YOU, Kalus? That I love. . .you? She looked into his eyes, her spirit naked before him. 'Yes, my sweet Sylviana. Though you never said the words like this, you told me many times. You showed me. He struggled. 'You know that I would die for you She put a finger to his lips.
He had run close to thirty miles that day, much of it flat out, and nursed emotional, as well as physical fatigue. Neither he nor Kalus had ever hunted one with the other, and the experience had not been easily productive. It was true that between them they could bring down larger game, but their timing together was far from perfect.
Deep in her own thoughts, she still hadn't noticed the wolf, who had slipped in through the darkness once more to be with the woman-child he had befriended. Sensing her mood it had not tried to attract her attention, but waited patiently instead a short distance from the altar. Kalus saw him. He pointed. Grateful for the intrusion, Sylviana descended the steps and went to greet him.
Then he shook off all weakness, lifted the legs of the deer, and looked one last time at his friend. 'Fly well, my Avatar. My spirit is always with you. Kalus turned sadly toward home, and followed by the wolf, was away. It was a quiet morning, and for the first time in weary days uncounted, a truly mild one as well.
'Yes. He paused, watching her intently in his turn. 'I'm sorry I couldn't tell you all at once. It was a lot to think about. 'I understand. She got up and began to pace restlessly, breathing too deep, unable to control it. 'Oh, Kalus, I feel as if I'm going to burst. 'I'll be there with you. 'Yes. YES. Like a child she ran and wrapped her arms about him.
The wolf could not begin to remember how many times he had circled the smaller herds, trying to drive the stragglers to the place where Kalus waited with his spear. The toil was frustrating and often dangerous, as this predator or that would react to his unorthodox, and therefore unacceptable presence. But the real danger had come while stalking the plains elk.
For Kalus the various narratives, histories and philosophies, continued to open a whole new world before him. And though it was at times a pleasant and enlightening escape, on the whole his reactions to modern society were not unlike the woman's first impressions of the violent world outside their door. It held wonders, yes, and on occasion, profound beauty and wisdom.
She put a hand to her chest, then opened it toward him in what he clearly recognized as a gesture of truce. Her stillness, and the way she looked at him without wavering, told Kalus more than any other sign that she meant them no harm. He lowered his sword and said simply. 'Do we speak the same language? She smiled sadly. 'Yes, I believe we do. At this the others came forward.
It was not greater wisdom that sent her to him in the end, but an agitation of sorrow and loneliness that were longer, and more inescapable. While Sylviana forced herself to stay, Kataya shed a single, honest tear, and surrendered. Kalus stirred, feeling silken fingers touch his breast, bare legs against his own.
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