Crossing Kalus' line
solemnly, he rolled over on top of his own, blurring it into obscurity.
Realizing what this meant Kalus relaxed, nodding gratefully. Though he
knew the wolf had no intention of being dominated, he accepted the
gesture nonetheless. His body weak from adrenalin's flow, he could
not have backed up the threat if he wanted to. He did not. The truce
was accepted. He reached out an open hand, letting his new-found ally
learn its scent beyond the point of any doubt. The wolf then went back
to the girl while Kalus returned to the task of skinning the rabbit,
trying to keep his hands from shaking as he did so.
'You see,' he said, speaking as much to himself as to the girl.
'Things are not always as they first appear. Your friend was only
testing me. Now we are brothers, as we could not have been before.'
She nodded halfheartedly, not at all sure she believed him.
'You won't fight anymore, will you? Please promise me you
won't.'
'We will not fight.' He continued his work.
There was a pause in which neither spoke. Finally Kalus broke the
deadlock with a question. He truly wished to know its answer, but also
disliked the awkwardness that silence had placed between them.
'Sylviana. You speak as one who comes from far away. Are you then
from the Island?'
'What island?'
'The Island of Ruins across the water.
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