It's a wonderful life

It has been a dream traveling with Rudyard. When the pair had spied the island off in the distance, they had decided that they needed to go explore it. The swim was long and it took some time, with Fern having to work to keep her small bundle and sword above the water while also keeping Puff from drowning. When they finally made it to the island, they had found a cave and settled in, the exhausted wolves easily falling into a deep, peaceful slumber. The gray woman’s dreams are filled with flowers and exotic plants as she sleeps next to Rudy.

The sun breaks the horizon and Fern’s eyes open, darting over to where Rudyard lays tangled around her. Carefully, she works herself free, placing a gentle kiss on his brow before slipping out into the morning light with her bundle. She glances to where Puff sleeps and smiles as her friend twitches, dreams causing her little body to react. Old habits die hard and every morning, she has woken with the sun to continue her training. Donning her armor, Fern slips the sword over her shoulder and buckles it in place.

Animals begin to stir, birds of every shape, size, and color begin their morning rituals as Fern steps up under a palm tree and falls into her normal stance. The blade slides free of its home and she trains for hours, making sure that her body does not forget how to work with armor and sword. By the time it is moving into late morning, the gray woman finally forces herself to stop and sheds her scabbard and armor to rebundle them and return to the cave.

Stashing her equipment, Fern spies the beginning signs of waking in the wolf she loves and she returns to his arms, encouraging him to open his eyes with gentle nibbles and soft kisses. Once he is awake, they go to explore, Puff up and dashing off to find yummy food while sticking close to the pair. Blue eyes cannot stay in one place as Fern looks all around, pointing out beautiful flowers and strange, striking vines that crawl up the trunks of some palm trees.

A soft laugh escapes as Rudy comments on the birds and her eyes catch his golden gaze as she says, “Maybe I should see if one of them wants to come home with me. It can wake you up!” Another, bright laugh falls past her lips as she gently bumps into his shoulder, blue eyes dancing with mirth. They travel down the beach where they find a strange creature that waddles slowly along, the rockhopper penguin unperturbed by the wolves’ presence.

The sun trails through the sky, reaching its zenith and beginning its descent as they explore. In the early evening the pair find a Sitka deer munching on grass close to the cave they are calling home. Eyes flick over to Rudyard and Fern sees that he has the same idea, it is time to eat. Body instinctively lowers as she stalks forward, testing the wind to make sure it is with them. A small flick of her head is given to Rudy, indicating the direction to chase the deer. If he wishes to ambush or chase it down, she will be ready.


"Fern Carpathius"