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Path Of A Packmother I - The Breakout
by kylehydepc (kylehydepc.deviantart.com/ )
for/edited by Viper9000 (viper9000.deviantart.com/ )
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With a splash in her face, she was rudely awoken. It wasn’t the first time, but at least it seemed to be water this time. As she opened her eyes she saw a tall bearded man tossed a dirty bag into the cage. He didn’t say a word - he didn’t need to. His look showed all the disdain he had for her and her kind. He wandered off to join a shorter gray-haired guy next to a bigger tent.
Moonfire waited another moment, then scrambled forward on all fours to open the canvas bag. It was mostly leftover chicken bones, but she lost no time in gnawing the scraps of meat and skin of the first one. After finishing off the first bone she sat back against the bars of her worn cage, taking a bit more time to work on the next bone.
She was lucky the humans were feeding her at all and in her condition, she ate everything she could get her paws on. Her brown fur was muddy and sticky from sleeping outside on the ground, stretching over her distended abdomen that was resting in her lap. In between bites she stroke her middle, trying to calm her unborn. While she ate, she watched her captors, trying to learn as much as she could about them - it was the key to her - and her children's survival.

---

Two moons had passed since she lost everything, but the pain was still fresh. They attacked in the early morning - werewolf hunters. Moonfire awoke by the screaming and whelping as the first of the pack's guards were killed. The werewolves were not prepared. Mostly keeping amongst themselves they hadn’t encountered lots of different species, and while they were cautious and capable of defending themselves, the pack just wasn’t ready to face specialized werewolf hunters.
Bloodshadow yelled commands to the other pack members - Lightfoot was to get the younger ones to safety, he and Rivertail led the others to hold the intruders back. The males and some of the more experienced females attacked without fear. Bloodshadow jumped a human soldier after he dodged the swing of a flail, he clawed at the man's chest, but the thick leather hide proved to be quite the challenge. Not wanting to waste more time he ended the human's life by biting his throat. Looking across the clearing he saw the speckled body of his packmate Rivertail clawing at another downed opponent.
“[This is bad, boss.]” he yelled to the pack leader in their tongue. “[We can’t hold them off for good.]” Bloodshadow nodded back at his brother in arms. He had to get to Moonfire.
Everything happened so fast, they ones who stayed to fight fell one after the other, males and females alike. They managed to kill a couple of men, but their armor was tough and their weapons more advanced. Usually a skilled huntress, the sight of the merciless onslaught paralyzed Moonfire. A tall human charged towards her, just about to strike her with a falchion. Before Moonfire could react, something caught the human’s arm mid-swing. The falchions tip still hit her face, splitting her eye. She yelped and fell back, blood dripping from her wound. After a moment adrenaline dulled her pain and allowed her to regain focus. She looked up and saw a werewolf with red fur loom over her. Her mate had rescued her. He was yelling at her.
“[Moonfire! Run! You are the pack mother! You have a duty! Ru…]”
His last word was cut off as a bolt pierced his lungs, His eyes wide he collapsed. As Moonfire needed one hand to cover up her injured eye, she used the other to hold Bloodshadow's face. With his last effort, he put one of his paws on her rounded belly. As his breathing faded, Moonfire’s expression faded too, as her mate something inside her died as well.
Korben approached his last kill, his crossbow already loaded with another bolt, just in case. He found an injured female next to the big werewolf, so he prepared to put her out of her misery as well. But as he came closer she looked at him with a blank expression. There was nothing, no emotion, no tears. She didn’t even try to attack him.
He grunted. This was more proof to him that these beasts were just that, savage, culture-less, not even capable of emotions. Just as he took aim, ready to shoot another silver bolt, he noticed something: The brown werewolf’s abdomen was rounded out, she was expecting. Korben smiled and changed his mind.

---

A loud rustle awoke her from a midday slumber. Moonfire got up and looked around, the weight of her pups wearing heavy on her. She hated how weak she had become, but the lack of food and exercise took its toll on her body. Her limbs were slim, her ribcage almost showing while most of her mass was in her round belly, her body working hard on nurturing her unborn. Her eye socket had healed a bit but it still caused her headaches, not to mention her impaired sight. The hunters hadn’t moved in days, and the men were relaxed. Moonfire assumed that they might stay at this camp for a while. She then noticed a tall bearded man approach. Over time she learned that his name was Leon and that he was the partner of their leader Korben.
“There are clouds approaching from the mountainside, so I ought to give your cage some rain cover,” Leon said to her, not happy about having to be near her.
“That idea of your mate. You do everything mate says?” she snarled back at him.
She had used the time in captivity to learn the human language and by now was able to speak a bit - not that they talked to her a lot.
Leon almost laughed at her futile try to get to him.
“Just be grateful Korben cares for you. If it wasn’t for him, I would have let you starve to death.”
He started to throw the tarp over the cage, glancing at the werewolf here and there. Her swollen form disgusted him, knowing that she would bring more of her kind into the world made him sick. He finished the job quickly, sloppily tying the tarp down with some rope.
As the creature was still staring at him he was getting peeved.
“For some reason, Korben thinks you are worth more alive, you better hope I can’t change his mind.”
Moonfire didn’t react, she was busy observing. As Leon walked off she noticed Korben waiting for him next to the horses. The leader of the werewolf hunters and killer of her mate was quite short in appearance, maybe even smaller than her. He was not to be underestimated, his men followed his orders without question. His fingerless leather gloves and his crossbow were his signature items, the latter he was particularly skilled with. Rumor had it that he once silenced a bird that disturbed his slumber by simply shooting out it’s tongue.
As Leon walked up to him, Korben pulled him into a kiss. It seemed hat the size difference between the two made Korben put extra effort into establishing his dominance, but Moonfire didn’t care for their display of affection. Instead, she memorized in which boot Leon kept his dagger.

---

It was in the middle of the night as the rain and wind picked up. Moonfire saw her chance and wasted no time. While Leon covered her cage, he did not cover the pole that her ankle chain was attached too. It was standing a few yards away from the cage, on a spot where the soil was softened by the rain. She had lost a lot of her strength but the chance to escape drove her. With several hard pulls, she was able to yank the pole out of the muddy soil, pulling it into her cage. The chain was old and heavy, but not as rusty as the cage. She wrapped it around the pole and improvised a heavy battering ram. With her full force, she swung it at the weathered cage door, smashing it open with one hit.
The noise probably woke some people, so the female werewolf had to act quick. She picked up the tarp that had covered the cage in one hand, still carrying the pole and chain in her other arm. Mere moments after she had started sneaking toward the horses, the first light appeared from one of the tents. She laid down next to a destrier stallion, throwing the tarp over herself in an attempt to hide.
Leon was sure to have heard something, and it was not thunder. He looked around the camp, but the rain and wind made shadows playing tricks on his vision. Then the sound neighing caught his attention. He put his hand on his sheath as he slowly approached the large animals.
Moonfire’s senses were better suited for darkness than the humans. Just as he had wandered close enough she swung the pole from under the tarp and smashed Leon’s knee. The tall man fell to his side, screaming in pain. Knowing that the whole camp will be after her in a few moments, Moonfire started to search Leon's body for a key, not finding anything. She contemplated ripping his throat out, but unfortunately, she had no time. Leon was recovering from the initial blow and would soon be a problem, so the wolf pulled the dagger out of his boot. He noticed and immediately tried to pull his sword. As he quickly sat up he felt his stomach grow cold. Moonfire had cut him open with his own blade.
“You know, Leon?” she almost whispered. “I think, you worth more dead.”
As he fell back into the mud, she saw Korben emerge from their tent, the human letting out a primal scream. He lost no time loading his cross bolt. Moonfire scrambled up and tossed the tarp over the horse. She stepped on Leon's corpse to help get her pregnant body onto the stallions. Just as she wanted to settle on the horse’s back, her foot got pulled down again. With the pole still attached to her, she would be going nowhere. Trying not to fall off the horse, she started pulling up the chain.
“You will pay, bitch!” she heard Korben scream at her. He had readied the crossbow and pulled the trigger. In that moment, a split second slowed down: Moonfire yanked on the chain in desperation, the iron rings flying upwards. The silver bolt collided with the rusty chain, splitting it mid-air. A thousand sparks spawned from the rent metal, hitting the pregnant werewolf and the horse. The stallion bucked and started running, Moonfire was not a rider, she just held onto its mane, trying to awkwardly stay on the horse's back with her swollen middle.
Korben ran after the horse for a few yards but gave up quickly. He could only watch as the murderer of his mate rode off into the rain and darkness.

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Path Of A Packmother I - The Breakout
by kylehydepc (kylehydepc.deviantart.com/ )
for/edited by Viper9000 (viper9000.deviantart.com/ )
Art by Deliveredmean42 (deliveredmean42.deviantart.com… )

With a splash in her face, she was rudely awoken. It wasn’t the first time, but at least it seemed to be water this time. As she opened her eyes she saw a tall bearded man tossed a dirty bag into the cage. He didn’t say a word - he didn’t need to. His look showed all the disdain he had for her and her kind. He wandered off to join a shorter gray-haired guy next to a bigger tent.
Moonfire waited another moment, then scrambled forward on all fours to open the canvas bag. It was mostly leftover chicken bones, but she lost no time in gnawing the scraps of meat and skin of the first one. After finishing off the first bone she sat back against the bars of her worn cage, taking a bit more time to work on the next bone.
She was lucky the humans were feeding her at all and in her condition, she ate everything she could get her paws on. Her brown fur was muddy and sticky from sleeping outside on the ground, stretching over her distended abdomen that was resting in her lap. In between bites she stroke her middle, trying to calm her unborn. While she ate, she watched her captors, trying to learn as much as she could about them - it was the key to her - and her children's survival.

---

Two moons had passed since she lost everything, but the pain was still fresh. They attacked in the early morning - werewolf hunters. Moonfire awoke by the screaming and whelping as the first of the pack's guards were killed. The werewolves were not prepared. Mostly keeping amongst themselves they hadn’t encountered lots of different species, and while they were cautious and capable of defending themselves, the pack just wasn’t ready to face specialized werewolf hunters.
Bloodshadow yelled commands to the other pack members - Lightfoot was to get the younger ones to safety, he and Rivertail led the others to hold the intruders back. The males and some of the more experienced females attacked without fear. Bloodshadow jumped a human soldier after he dodged the swing of a flail, he clawed at the man's chest, but the thick leather hide proved to be quite the challenge. Not wanting to waste more time he ended the human's life by biting his throat. Looking across the clearing he saw the speckled body of his packmate Rivertail clawing at another downed opponent.
“[This is bad, boss.]” he yelled to the pack leader in their tongue. “[We can’t hold them off for good.]” Bloodshadow nodded back at his brother in arms. He had to get to Moonfire.
Everything happened so fast, they ones who stayed to fight fell one after the other, males and females alike. They managed to kill a couple of men, but their armor was tough and their weapons more advanced. Usually a skilled huntress, the sight of the merciless onslaught paralyzed Moonfire. A tall human charged towards her, just about to strike her with a falchion. Before Moonfire could react, something caught the human’s arm mid-swing. The falchions tip still hit her face, splitting her eye. She yelped and fell back, blood dripping from her wound. After a moment adrenaline dulled her pain and allowed her to regain focus. She looked up and saw a werewolf with red fur loom over her. Her mate had rescued her. He was yelling at her.
“[Moonfire! Run! You are the pack mother! You have a duty! Ru…]”
His last word was cut off as a bolt pierced his lungs, His eyes wide he collapsed. As Moonfire needed one hand to cover up her injured eye, she used the other to hold Bloodshadow's face. With his last effort, he put one of his paws on her rounded belly. As his breathing faded, Moonfire’s expression faded too, as her mate something inside her died as well.
Korben approached his last kill, his crossbow already loaded with another bolt, just in case. He found an injured female next to the big werewolf, so he prepared to put her out of her misery as well. But as he came closer she looked at him with a blank expression. There was nothing, no emotion, no tears. She didn’t even try to attack him.
He grunted. This was more proof to him that these beasts were just that, savage, culture-less, not even capable of emotions. Just as he took aim, ready to shoot another silver bolt, he noticed something: The brown werewolf’s abdomen was rounded out, she was expecting. Korben smiled and changed his mind.

---

A loud rustle awoke her from a midday slumber. Moonfire got up and looked around, the weight of her pups wearing heavy on her. She hated how weak she had become, but the lack of food and exercise took its toll on her body. Her limbs were slim, her ribcage almost showing while most of her mass was in her round belly, her body working hard on nurturing her unborn. Her eye socket had healed a bit but it still caused her headaches, not to mention her impaired sight. The hunters hadn’t moved in days, and the men were relaxed. Moonfire assumed that they might stay at this camp for a while. She then noticed a tall bearded man approach. Over time she learned that his name was Leon and that he was the partner of their leader Korben.
“There are clouds approaching from the mountainside, so I ought to give your cage some rain cover,” Leon said to her, not happy about having to be near her.
“That idea of your mate. You do everything mate says?” she snarled back at him.
She had used the time in captivity to learn the human language and by now was able to speak a bit - not that they talked to her a lot.
Leon almost laughed at her futile try to get to him.
“Just be grateful Korben cares for you. If it wasn’t for him, I would have let you starve to death.”
He started to throw the tarp over the cage, glancing at the werewolf here and there. Her swollen form disgusted him, knowing that she would bring more of her kind into the world made him sick. He finished the job quickly, sloppily tying the tarp down with some rope.
As the creature was still staring at him he was getting peeved.
“For some reason, Korben thinks you are worth more alive, you better hope I can’t change his mind.”
Moonfire didn’t react, she was busy observing. As Leon walked off she noticed Korben waiting for him next to the horses. The leader of the werewolf hunters and killer of her mate was quite short in appearance, maybe even smaller than her. He was not to be underestimated, his men followed his orders without question. His fingerless leather gloves and his crossbow were his signature items, the latter he was particularly skilled with. Rumor had it that he once silenced a bird that disturbed his slumber by simply shooting out it’s tongue.
As Leon walked up to him, Korben pulled him into a kiss. It seemed hat the size difference between the two made Korben put extra effort into establishing his dominance, but Moonfire didn’t care for their display of affection. Instead, she memorized in which boot Leon kept his dagger.

---

It was in the middle of the night as the rain and wind picked up. Moonfire saw her chance and wasted no time. While Leon covered her cage, he did not cover the pole that her ankle chain was attached too. It was standing a few yards away from the cage, on a spot where the soil was softened by the rain. She had lost a lot of her strength but the chance to escape drove her. With several hard pulls, she was able to yank the pole out of the muddy soil, pulling it into her cage. The chain was old and heavy, but not as rusty as the cage. She wrapped it around the pole and improvised a heavy battering ram. With her full force, she swung it at the weathered cage door, smashing it open with one hit.
The noise probably woke some people, so the female werewolf had to act quick. She picked up the tarp that had covered the cage in one hand, still carrying the pole and chain in her other arm. Mere moments after she had started sneaking toward the horses, the first light appeared from one of the tents. She laid down next to a destrier stallion, throwing the tarp over herself in an attempt to hide.
Leon was sure to have heard something, and it was not thunder. He looked around the camp, but the rain and wind made shadows playing tricks on his vision. Then the sound neighing caught his attention. He put his hand on his sheath as he slowly approached the large animals.
Moonfire’s senses were better suited for darkness than the humans. Just as he had wandered close enough she swung the pole from under the tarp and smashed Leon’s knee. The tall man fell to his side, screaming in pain. Knowing that the whole camp will be after her in a few moments, Moonfire started to search Leon's body for a key, not finding anything. She contemplated ripping his throat out, but unfortunately, she had no time. Leon was recovering from the initial blow and would soon be a problem, so the wolf pulled the dagger out of his boot. He noticed and immediately tried to pull his sword. As he quickly sat up he felt his stomach grow cold. Moonfire had cut him open with his own blade.
“You know, Leon?” she almost whispered. “I think, you worth more dead.”
As he fell back into the mud, she saw Korben emerge from their tent, the human letting out a primal scream. He lost no time loading his cross bolt. Moonfire scrambled up and tossed the tarp over the horse. She stepped on Leon's corpse to help get her pregnant body onto the stallions. Just as she wanted to settle on the horse’s back, her foot got pulled down again. With the pole still attached to her, she would be going nowhere. Trying not to fall off the horse, she started pulling up the chain.
“You will pay, bitch!” she heard Korben scream at her. He had readied the crossbow and pulled the trigger. In that moment, a split second slowed down: Moonfire yanked on the chain in desperation, the iron rings flying upwards. The silver bolt collided with the rusty chain, splitting it mid-air. A thousand sparks spawned from the rent metal, hitting the pregnant werewolf and the horse. The stallion bucked and started running, Moonfire was not a rider, she just held onto its mane, trying to awkwardly stay on the horse's back with her swollen middle.
Korben ran after the horse for a few yards but gave up quickly. He could only watch as the murderer of his mate rode off into the rain and darkness.