Am going to set this at a similar time to when Prosper's body is discovered - at least, I'm not going to have Trisden aware of that. Would prefer to have this set before, unless that messes with anybody's timelines. Set after Prosper's body is found and buried!
Also - Grizzly Hollow only, please, unless Switch gives the go-ahead for others.
If anything about this is inaccurate, let me know so I can change it!
Also - Grizzly Hollow only, please, unless Switch gives the go-ahead for others.
If anything about this is inaccurate, let me know so I can change it!
Theodore Lyall wasn't normally Trisden's companion of choice, but it was more due to his free spirit than anything; out of the three of her siblings, she saw him as the biggest threat to her future as her mother's heir. Prosper had long vanished, and to fill the huge gap he left behind Trisden had decided to take up the torch. She was sad at his loss, and had mourned him for some time, in her own way, but time had passed. She wasn't the same wolf now. Every day he was becoming a fond memory more than a lost rival, and everyday she grew stronger by his absence. The recent discovery of his body, and sad but finalising burial, had been a satisfactory conclusion to a sorry tale. Trisden had not been as moved by the confirmation of Prosper's death as, perhaps, she should have been.
Once or twice, she had looked sidelong at Theo and wondered if her path to glory would be even easier with him out of the picture too.
"Come on," she laughed, deliberately provoking him. She could see that he was torn, but she hadn't lied to him; her plans were all within the rules. She had even promised him, and though the pack must have known her to be somewhat underhand, the girl did at least strive for honesty amongst family.
She could see he was relenting, succumbing to her boundless energy, and a fat grin spread across her face when he sighed, a smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. Cackling with childish delight, Trisden bounced about on the spot, turning a couple of full circles before pouncing onto him, her glee infectious. With a yap and a nip, the game was on, and she squealed as he chased her, revelling in this moment of a simple game. There was nothing quite like the thrill of running, and the chase quickly evolved into a race, the two pale children darting through the trees as if the devil were on their heels, idiotic grins on their faces as their tongues lolled from their mouths. Eventually, mischief crossed Theo's expression, and without a word he rammed himself into the side of his sister, completely throwing her balance, and with a startled yelp she tumbled.
It was hilarious, if you asked Theo, but the dark glare that Trisden shot at him once she had recovered herself said everything about her thoughts on the matter. Fortunately, Theo was never a wolf to be easily downhearted, and responded by sticking his tongue out.
Her annoyance immediately flipped to the gleeful desire to retaliate. Fortunately for her brother, he saw her sly grin moments before she struck, and they went tumbling in the opposite direction, laughter ringing through the forest as limbs flailed and two young wolves went rolling down an incline.
It was easy to lose all sense of time and responsibility in this way, and in fact Trisden even forgot to take Theo to see the strange landmark she had discovered only hours before. Now, all thoughts of it had been completely wiped from her mind, and as ambitious as the child was, she was still just a child, and as easily tempted by innocent fun as anyone else. When they collapsed in an exhausted, giggling heap an unknown length of time later (who watched the clock when you were playing?) it was with a deep sense of satisfaction and fulfilment. This was what life was all about.
"What do you see?" she asked, the game she had played with Hocus spontaneously occurring to her as they lay on their backs, staring at the cloudy sky. Unlike Hocus, Theo took her question seriously, studying the white and grey shapes before announcing, "A bird. Look - there are its wings."
Quietly pleased by his answer, she nodded in agreement, and they shared images for several minutes, their discoveries becoming more and more ludicrous until Theo theatrically declared that Trisden was being ridiculous, there was no way that she could see herself standing over the dead body of a grizzly, and so the game was over and he'd won. She complained with half-feigned indignation, but it only turned into another wrestling match. Suitably distracted, the laughing pair vanished off to terrorise some other part of the forest.
It was by pure coincidence that Trisden suddenly recognised that which she had originally intended to show to her brother - a rotten log, entirely hollow, perforated by a series of curiously even holes that were just big enough to poke a small nose into. This meant they were near the borders of the pack, quite far from the densite, but Trisden wondered if Theo understood quite how far they had gotten. From his expression of obliging interest, she supposed not; he had never wandered far, nor expressed much interest in it, and though Trisden knew that she had not led him beyond where was safe, she still felt a little guilty.
But, at the end of the day, it was just a silly dead tree; what harm could come to them?
The log wasn't nearly as fascinating as Trisden remembered it, but Theo was very gracious, inspecting it and running through it, enjoying how it created the softest echo when you shouted inside it. Secretly pleased, for she knew that Hocus would have derided her, Trisden decided that maybe, just maybe, Theo was pretty cool to have around after all. I'll spare him, she thought with deliberately over-the-top nobility, and when he asked what she was smiling about, she only shook her head and laughed.
Bounding up on top of it, Theodore balanced skillfully on the rounded shape, sitting delicately on the old bark and taking advantage of the view. Looking to prolong the fun, Trisden rammed herself into the log rather than join him on top of it, and to their surprise, the move caused the whole log to shift. Theo's balance was upset, but he thought he had it all under control when one wrong footing only encouraged its momentum, and it was with yelps of alarm from him and cackles from Trisden that he fell bodily from the rolling log, all elegance lost. Grumbling as he clambered back to his feet, Theo glared back at Trisden, and prepared to take a step forwards before a small movement caught his eye.
Trisden, stood on the opposite side, had also seen it. Her jovial mood kept her spirits high even as her instincts tried to dump cold water on the situation. As such, curiosity overtook caution, even though Theo's thoughts were rapidly going in the other direction.
"Don't," he snapped, his voice sober, as Trisden went to take a step forwards. "Be careful."
Trisden regarded the creature, her laughter ebbing slowly at Theo's lack of playfulness. She did stop, however, replacing her paw on the ground as she cocked her head at the animal. It wasn't the first of its kind that she had seen, but, as she considered it, it was definitely the most intimidating.
"What? It's not that scary. I bet I could kill it," she jeered, not wanting to lose the spirit of the game. Why did Theo have to suddenly be such a killjoy? The warning in her gut still went unanswered, and as she snapped at the air as a threat to the creature, Theo made a strangled noise of protest.
"I dunno," he said warily, glancing about them, just coming to realise how far from familiar safety and comfort they were. How potentially far from mother. "Leave it, Tris. Let's go home now, okay?"
"No," she said stubbornly, frustrated by his lack of compliance, unwilling to abandon the fun they had been having. If she gave in now, then it was over! She'd have to go back with him, and it wasn't fair, she wasn't finished. "Don't be so boring. Why're you so worked up over it? Let's kill it and then we can take it back to mother, yeah?"
The compromise didn't work. "Or we could just leave it alone and tell her about it anyway," he said through clench teeth, instinctively lowering his voice to less provocative tones.
Trisden failed to get the hint to do the same. "That's no fun," she complained, "and where would be our proof? If we have to go back, I'm not going back without a trophy."
Boldly she stepped forwards, and the warning rattle which rose from the creature came too late, Theo jumping forwards in alarm and fright for his sister without thought - Trisden could only watch in horror as the shape which had been so motionless was suddenly faster than anything she had seen before, and yet it was all happening so slowly, the lunge and the bite and Theo recoiling, pain on his face as the creature pulled back leaving tiny puncture marks in his upper leg, and as Theo fell backwards Trisden could do nothing but watch, frozen to the ground as her trophy considered its job done and vanished.
Trisden's mind was in chaos. Terrified and completely unsure what had just happened, and because Theo did not simply shrug the attack off, she suddenly and heavily understood that this was something to be taken seriously. As her brother's face contorted in pain, she did the only thing she could.
Somebody - anybody - please help.
Mother!
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