Young Writers Society

James lead ahead of her, spotting what looked like a cliff face in the distance through the thick of the trees. Eagerly, he urged his horse forward, speeding up even more when he caught a glimpse of what looked to be a dark opening to a cave. As they got closer, they could finally see it clearly.

A cave.

But as they approached, movement was caught inside. From the cave, two wolves poke their heads out, and began to growl at the two.

Tasha swings off her horse and snarls back, eyes deepening to amber as she utters a blood-curdling howl - basically, she's saying either they'll get out of her way or she'll show them who's boss.

The two wolves froze, and then scattered. Five more wolves scrambled out of the cave after them. James raised his brows and wore a small hint of a smile, before sliding off his horse and leading it towards the cave.

She snickers, snapping after them in wolven ((essentially "yeah, take that, cowards")), then following James.

James chuckled, looking into the cave. It was deeper than it was wide, and smelled a bit of... wolf. But apart from that and being a bit damp, it was more than suitable enough to shelter them while the storm blew over. James led the horse inside, letting it rest. He looked back out of the cave at the sky. Small specks of white were beginning to fall from the sky. Snow.

"We ought to get a fire going," he mutters.

Tasha just nods, gathering wood from the entrance of the cave and piling it inside.

James ran over to his saddlebag, and pulled out a piece of flint. He pocketed it as he followed after Tasha, and gathered wood from the other side of the cave.

She starts up the fire, then keeps getting wood before the storm gets too bad.

James fed the fire, stirring it a bit, before he ventured outside the cave a little and grabbed as much decently dry wood and brush to fuel their fire before the snow began to quickly pick up, coming down heavy. He ran back in to the cave, setting the wood down, and rubbing his arms in an attempt to warm them.

Tasha murmurs something, closing her eyes. The only decipherable word is "Avren".

A howl of the wind could be heard from outside as the wind picked up.

James grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders now that the fire was going, and he sat himself beside it.

He looked over at Tasha. "Haven't seen a storm stir up that fast in a long time," he commented.

"I only saw it once," she answers.

"With the dragon?" He asked, recalling her story from before.

"Yes."

James nodded solemnly, falling into silence, and huddling a little closer to the fire.