Battle had been raging all around her home
for weeks. The sky darkened considerably that heralded rain. A storm was
coming, and Becca wasn't at all sure she was prepared for it. She had managed
to keep out of the war between the English natives and the Viking invaders by
keeping to herself within her forested home. Her cabin built within the side of
a mountain so that only those who knew it was there to begin with, could find
it. Seeing as she kept to herself, no one seemed to know of her. Except for her
brief visits to town to buy things that she couldn't grow or make herself.
It was days after the last battle that had
happened almost to close to home finally silenced. The Vikings had withdrawn
and the English had retreated back into their village, and both were allowed
time to bury their dead before fighting would break out once more. Becca, had
been out for most of the morning, in her wolf form, hunting when she caught the
scent of blood upon the air. Not animal, but human.
Following her nose, she came across a small
battlefield and snorted. This was to be expected, but the scent of blood that
she smelled was fresh. Preparing as if to leave and head back home is when she
caught it. Movement. Someone was still alive out there.
--
The battle between the Vikings and the
English have been very intense, and results in Ivar getting badly hurt in
battle, crawling in the mud, feeling the tingling of his legs, he's got open
cuts into them and the dirty mud is filling into the cuts.
When hearing the sound of movement nearby,
Ivar decided to flop down into the reeds and hide from it, hoping whatever this
is, will leave and not find him, the young son of Ragnar Lothbrok tried to grit
his teeth to ignore the pain.
--
Following her sense of smell, Becca
followed the scent of fresh blood to a bed of reeds just south of the main
battlefield. There, in the mud, she found a man still breathing. Still alive
but in great danger. She could tell from the the way his blood smelled to her
that he had knocked an artery and didn't have much time.
Not caring on showing her gift to him, she
shifted instantly back into human and came to settle at his side. "You are
bad hurt. I am a friend...allow me to help you?" She spoke in broken Norse,
for she knew his language to an extent.
--
Ivar growled in fear and anger, when seeing
the creature come at him, reaching the for the nearest blade, ready to slice
the creature open, he was ready to kill the wolf, sooner rather than later.
But when seeing the wolf change into a
woman, that caused Ivar to panic, "What in the gods are you?" Trying
to crawl backwards, but the pain was great on and in his body.
--
"Easy...easy. I mean you no harm"
She raised her hands to show the man she meant no harm. "I will answer any
questions you may have but later. I have to help you or there won't be a
later."
She motioned to his legs. "You are
bleeding out. Let me help you. Then we can talk. Alright?" She looked into
the young man's eyes. "Don't panic. I promise I won't hurt you."
