The Duality of Wolf

The young brute introduced himself as Artorias, then stated he was from a pack on the other side of the continent. Aliana hesitated, scrutinizing the stranger while he asked about the alpha of Fenmyre. He did indeed smell like a pack, traces of the scents of multiple wolves lingering on his coat. His expression as relaxed, and a smile was on his face. He didn’t carry any weapons, so  she didn’t see him as a threat either.

Deciding to trust Artorias’ words were true, Aliana nodded to him. “Of course, Lord Artorias. My king, Chimera, would be pleased to speak with you. Oh, but could I trouble you for some help first?” She lifted the rope for the pulley system in her teeth, then glanced at the post which had two wheels set into it to create the line between the posts. “Could you help me thread this through the wheels while I get it attached to the raft? Once it’s floating, we can have a test crossing and I’ll call for Chimera.” Once Artorias had taken the rope, Ali ran back to the raft in the water, cinching the rope through the gears and wheels she’d salvaged from parts on the island.

"Aliana"