Da'r POV - My mate, a shapeshifter
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I was busy making sure everyone gets up before any desert creature attacks us, that I haven't realized that my hearts left my side. I started looking around trying to see where she went when I see looking at one of the Deadly-touch flowers. That flower is the most poisonous on G'tha, only touching it and you will die.
-H'na, don't touch the flower, it is deadly, I yell at her.
And then I see a sylex running toward my mate. If I don't get her to safety she will be dead. A sylex never gets tired of chasing his prey. And I know H'na, my hearts, is his prey.
-H'na, run.
But instead of running, she looks behind her and sees the sylex and she is scared. If I don't do something fast she will be killed. So I jump between H'na and the sylex and pray to the Great Spirits that the sylex will choose me over H'na.
I am relieved when the sylex attacks me because my H'na will be safe. My collarbone cracks under the hard bite and I try to fight but to a sylex is not easy to kill, because he has almost none soft points of the body.
But then I lose the smell of my H'na, and I smell something more earthly, And I hear a hard growl coming from behind me. My hearts are pounding fast, where is my H'na? A creature like I have never seen before jumps from behind me. Its fur is as white as the snow from the Abysm Mountains, where once the Snow Tribe lived and is big, almost as big as the sylex. And this snow creature, because if it is now a snow creature, then I do not know what it is, kills the sylex. I have never seen a creature like this because no creature is a match to the sylex except for the kull. Even the cave bear, that lives in the Great Forest might not kill a sylex.
What if this creature killed my hearts? Then there is nothing for me to live for. My hearts was my reason to live, with her gone I welcome the death so I can be reunited with her. But to my surprise, this creature does not kill me but smells my wounds and licks where the sylex bit. But the creature does not try to kill me, it appears to... care for me? A thought passes through my mind, but it is not possible, or is it? Can this creature be my H'na? But I have never seen a person that changes forms before.
-H'na, I ask hoping it is her.
The creature licks my face and I know it is her. But how is this possible? Can this be magic? I know there is magic all over the planet but to feel and see.
And just in a heartbeat, H'na transformed back into het two-legged form and she hugged me with great care, making sure she doesn't touch my collarbone.
-What was that thing? she asks me.
-A sylex, I say.
Shaken by the sylex that might have killed my precious mate I don't hear the others come over until the one M'ke clears his voice.
-Hanna, you should put this one. And he gives her his top clothe to cover herself. Only then I realized she is naked.
-Where did your clothes go? I ask.
-Oh, they riped when Artemisia took over.
-A'temisia? I do not know what that is, I tell her and she laughs softly.
-It's my wolf, the one that I transformed before.
-So you don't get to keep your clothes when you do your magic? I ask.
-Magic? I don't do any magic, she says. A'temisia is my wolf, the other part of me. It's not magic, this is how I was born.
I open my eyes wide. I don't understand everything she says but I nod.
-We should get going, Ja'k says. I expect more beasts soon.
Once we are inside the cave H'na fusses over me like I am a small kit. She washes my wound and makes sure I don't bleed anymore. X'lems
-I need to check your wounds. I am positive that that thing, that sylex broke your collarbone. How are you feeling? Does it hurt? When we get to your pack, um tribe I want that healer to take a look at you.
I chuckle. I did not know my mate was so bossy. But I enjoy this part of her.
-I heal fast my hearts. You don't need to worry. Next lighting I will be fine.
She tildes her head and one of her eyebrows go up.
-Regardless of the fact you heal fast I want the healer to see you. What if you got some bacteria in there or viruses and you get an infection?
I frown because she is not making sense.
-What is an in-fek-tion? I ask.
-When your skin gets red and you have a fever. And you can die if not treated.
-But my hearts, my skin never gets red. And we never get an in-fek-tion, I say.
It is only then that H'na can relax. She watches the tripod that is above the fire and a pouch and tea is boiling.
- What is this pouch made of? she asks me.
That pouch is my pride and joy.
-It is made from the kull stomach I killed when I became the leader of the tribe. It is the best pouch in the tribe, I say to her with pride.
-What is a kull? she asks. You know what, don't tell me. I will drink tea and pretend it is not cooked in what used to be the stomach of a creature.
Then she starts muttering to herself things I do no understand.
When I wake up, in the early lightning I realized this is the first time I slept without having a nightmare.
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