Ch. 2 Misunderstanding

Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump, Ba-dump…

The wolf was still walking, and the young blood elf was reduced to listening to her heart for the past hour (or so it seemed).

So cold… The thought pierced through her mind when a light breeze rustled the leaves, and the shivering caused by this made her realize how wet she still was. She didn't realize, though, that she had been shivering for a while now.

Another ten minutes passed, and her ears started ringing, like the sound of a dog whistle. She winced, but since her wolf didn't stop, she was sure it was like the ringing from before. This time though, it was different.

She soon heard the sound of voices, too muted by the ringing to actually make out the words. She couldn't stop this, no matter how much of a head-ache it was giving her, so she didn't raise an effort.

Suddenly, the world around her tipped over and she fell with a thud and a weak moan on the hard ground. The ringing stopped, and she could feel her wolf growling almost above her, but besides that, she heard the string of a bow being pulled.

"No! Stop!" she tried to cry out, but it came out as a hoarse whisper. Everything seemed to stand still as she realized the she had almost no saliva to swallow. In fact, her mouth was as dry as fire.

Moments passed, and she didn't feel the force of an arrow, neither did she hear the flight of the arrow, but she also didn't hear the bow string relaxing. "…Please," she begged, hoarsely, as wave after wave of vertigo hit, making it hard to focus and stay awake.

She lost too much blood for it to matter now, or so she thought as she slowly let go of the effort to stay awake. Finally…

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With the arrow still notched at the growling wolf, the hunter stood in a crouched position in her hiding spot in a red-leaved tree. She hadn't realized the prey she had been hunting had a rider. In fact, she simply figured that this wolf strayed too far from his pack, and, from the exhausted gait he had, didn't have much chance to survive anyway.

It was only after he dodged did she hear the hoarse, desperate whisper of the dying rider, and she realized she completely misunderstood the situation.

She knew she had to help this rider, even though she didn't believe the rider could survive long enough before she got the rider to camp. In fact, she wasn't even sure that the wolf would let her get close enough, let alone let her see the rider.

Sighing, she relaxed her bow and put it onto its holder on her back, along with the arrow. Then she slowly lowered herself from the tree and into the wolf's line of sight.

His reaction was almost immediate: he crouched lower, bared his teeth more, and growled more loudly, all while trying to keep eye contact with the average, tanned, and redheaded blood elf hunter.

"Easy, now," she raised her hands in a non-threatening gesture, averting her gaze from his eyes slightly. "I mean no harm," she soothed.

He didn't stop growling, nor did he move enough for her to see the rider, but his growling did become less loud, which encouraged her. "I mean no harm," she repeated, "I want to help your rider." She steeled her thoughts to repeat those two sentences, and after about thirty seconds, he backed off enough for her to see the rider. A blood elf… This isn't looking good…

Coming to a decision, she looked at the wolf and said, "The only way for me to help her is if I bring her to camp. You'll have to carry her and follow me."

The wolf obviously didn't like the idea, but after looking at his still bleeding elf, he lowered himself so that the hunter could place her on his back.

After easily managing to place her in a comfortable and stable position on the wolf's back, the redhead looked at the wolf and said, "Try to keep up, and make sure she doesn't fall off." With that she turned and started nimbly sprinting through the woods.

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A/N: Sorry for the slightly long wait! I just got stuck on deciding what personality the redhead would have… You see: if I don't think through the personality of all the characters I create, I'll just get stuck later on, and y'all will have to wait longer.

Also, this will probably not be the last chapter where you'll see this pitiful state of my beloved rogue, but it probably won't happen again for a very~ long time.

Anyway, please, please, please review. I'd love to know what you think and maybe what you predict will happen, or if I was grammatically wrong somewhere… Anything will do, so, really, review.