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The elements for are....
Preparing for Whitecold
Going Full Circle
Being thankful for someone/something
Warmth, of any kind; both physically and metaphorically.

“{I do not know how to say thank you in your tongue,}” Buren spoke his human, native tongue. “{But you saved my life. All of you,}” he gestured around him, “{saved my life. The shaman has wanted me gone for a long time because I questioned them too much. Now, I am free.}”

Shadow smiled, “{I will be glad to teach you how to speak our language, if you teach me how to correctly speak yours. I speak the human tongue, but some words are different.}”

Buren nodded, though, as Shadow said, some of the words were different; spoken with a slightly different accent, he could make out the majority of what Shadow was saying. “{I would be happy to teach you our foul language. It is not nearly as musical sounding as yours.}”



It had been two seasons since that day, and there was no sign of the Frost Men. Windfetcher, who had blossomed into a young, maturing woman was playing with Snowspring, who was seven seasons old now; just as old as Windfetcher had been with Shadow first left the original Stonehowl Holt. “Just so you know,” Windfetcher poked Snowspring in the chest playfully, “you may be Shadow’s cub, but I am next in line for Chieftess. So don’t you go getting any ideas!”

Snowspring’s black hair was a sharp contrast to the white snow that was beginning to fall; her green eyes shining beneath her dark bangs. “No! I am going to be the next Chieftess! My father told me so, already!”

Windfecther looked over at Shadow, who shrugged, “Are you feeding her head with false ideas, Chief?” Windfetcher smiled.

“I have tried to tell her that you are next in line to be Chieftess,” Shadow laughed, “but truth be told, she refuses to listen.”

“Refuses to listen? Well that’s not a good trait for a Chieftess,” Windfetcher smirked.

“Oh, is that so?” Vineweaver laughed. “Do you remember, when you were just her age – when we first met Spearclaw’s tribe,” he gestured to Spearclaw who sat next to him, “and Shadow and the others marched to the Palace? You were told to remain with us! What did you do? Got on the back of your wolf bond, Glimmer, and rode off to follow Shadow! She,” Vineweaver gestured to Snowspring, “is just like you. It’s gone full circle, really. She has replaced you as the young, stubborn, one.”

“I’ll have you know,” Windfetcher placed her hands on her hips, “I am still quite stubborn.”

“Yes,” Vineweaver smiled sarcastically, “but you’re not so young anymore! You’ve grown to be a young woman now!”

It was true; her once flat chest, was now fuller; her once non-existent frame, now had large hips and a curved rump.

Windfetcher smiled. She knew she was attractive. “I am the second most beautiful.”

“Second?” Shadow asked, laughing.

“My mother is the most beautiful, obviously,” Windfetcher smiled.

Stillbreeze had been out with Echo, who had grown into a young man, and Stream and the human Buren, who aged faster than the elves, and had grown up nicely. The hard work that the elves had done, helped forge Buren into a young, attractive human; with a defined body and rippling muscles. The four of them had been out preparing for the next winter that was coming.

Though Buren had become attracted to Stream; perhaps realizing she gave up her healing abilities, burning them out to save his life; they had never coupled together. Their relationship had been completely platonic. However, Stillbreeze noticed with increasing frequency, how Stream sometimes watched Buren, and it was more than with platonic desire.

As Echo and Buren gathered wood, Stillbreeze approached Stream. “I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

“Who?” Stream suddenly sat up, thinking that Stillbreeze was inferring that Stream had been watching Echo. “I swear I haven’t…”

Stillbreeze smiled, “The way you look at the human. I can tell by your body language that neither of you has shared a moment together, bonding,” she winked, “because each of you glance at one another, when the other isn’t looking. And there is a longing in those eyes.”

“But it’s a human,” Stream said.

“It is,” Stillbreeze smiled. “And while it’s never been heard of before… This tribe is anything but normal. We have done things, following Shadow, that no one has ever done before. Even myself,” she said, “Never has a Recognized couple – or any couple in Stonehowl’s history – ever invited another to be a part of their family. But Spearclaw, Vineweaver and I are one.”

Stillbreeze sat down on a log and invited Stream to sit next to her. “It’s like when I saw Spearclaw; I knew he was attracted to me. I was not initially attracted to him; but I saw what he did to help us when things were going wrong with the Pridewalkers… the way he nearly sacrificed himself against the Quickdeath beast, to save one of our own… I grew to admire him, and through that admiration, my affection began to grow into an attraction. I believe, when you realized that the human had defied his father, accepted exile to save Shadow’s cub, you found that same admiration I found in Spearclaw. That admiration has grown into affection,” Stillbreeze smiled. “I believe the human knows, you burned your healing abilities trying to save him. He knows what you gave up to ensure he lived. That he was given a second chance. Although you knew it could cost you the ability to heal anyone else; your admiration refused to allow you to give up. He knows that. He knows what you sacrificed for him. He, who isn’t even an elf. He knows, and his admiration has grown into affection. He,” she looked over at Buren and Echo, “has grown into a young man. A young human with needs. You,” she turned to Stream, “are that need.”

Stillbreeze smiled and called for Echo. Echo turned. “Come with me, son, bring what you have.” She saw Buren also starting to follow and she smiled, “Stay here,” she said in the elfin tongue, which Shadow had spent two years teaching Buren. The human looked at Stream questioningly as Stillbreeze and Echo left them alone.

“Is everything all right?” Buren asked. Though he could speak the Elf tongue now, after two years of learning; there was still an accent when he spoke that made it distinctly different sounding, even when the words he spoke were correct.

Stream smiled and stood up from the log she had been sitting on. “More than all right,” she said and walked towards him. She unbuttoned her leather blouse and exposed her chest to him. Buren’s jaw nearly collided with the ground as he dropped the logs he had been carrying in his strong arms. Stream smiled, wrapped her arms around him, and felt the warmth of his body pressed against hers; she could hear and feeling his accelerated heartbeat pounding in his chest, rhythmically bouncing against her breast as she pulled him closer. Their lips met, and slowly they sank to the forest floor.

The small flecks of snow that fell and touched their bodies, sizzled away, as the heat of their passionate escalated.

REGULAR SURVIVING STONE HOWL:

Shadow (Male Soul Name: Tyru) – Black Hair, Tanned, Green Eyes (Elder brother to Purespring, Chief)

Foxhair (Female Soul Name: Loun) – Red Hair, Green Eyes (Hunter)

Snowspring (Female, Soul Name: Tylo – Black Hair, Green Eyes) – Seven years old. Daughter of Shadow and Foxhair.

Spearclaw (Male, Soul name: Lren) – Brown Hair, Green Eyes (Scout)

Vineweaver (Male Soul Name: Reyk) – Auburn Hair, Blue Eyes (Tree shaper, Soul Mate of Stillbreeze,Plant Shaper)

Stillbreeze (Female Soul Name: Hewl) – Brown Hair, Brown Eyes (Soul Mate of Vineweaver, Tanner)

Echo (Male Soul Name: Ayav) – Brown Hair, Green Eyes (Cub of Stillbreeze & Vineweaver, Magic)- About Sixteen years old.

Windfetcher (Female Soul Name: Burm) – Auburn Hair, Brown Eyes (Cub of Stillbreeze & Vineweaver,Next Potential Chief… If She Has Her Way!) – About sixteen years old

Stream (Female Soul Name: Vree) – Red Hair, Green Eyes (Healer)

Snowcloud (Female, Soul Name: Mill) – White Hair, Green Eyes (based off white lions)

Buren (Human, Brown hair, hazel eyes) – About 18 years old in human years