Dyntr, wolf shifter and a former high plains drifter...

Happy New Year Howls and Yowls, Shapeshifter Lovers. 

Say goodbye to 2015! Yep, the year was almost a whirlwind. And likely 2016 will be the same, as far as this 'quickening' speed. 

Once again, it took me all day to write this flash scene. As usual, just too many interruptions. Anyway, Kazsmere and Dyntr are two new characters in Wolf Peak Territory.  Maybe, they'll be celebrating the New Year together. ~smiles~ 

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Dyntr, wolf shifter and a former high plains drifter... 

"No!" Kazsmere wailed. Her heart thumped in that way when she knew something horrible had just happened—a feeling she was all too familiar with in her short life.

Panic fueled her, and she running-crunched through the near foot of snow, toward the bent-trunk pine tree. He lay on his side, his body freezing in the close to zero temps.

Kazsmere fell to her knees immediately. She wrapped her arms around his beautiful fur body, hugging him close. He was dead. She felt it, knew it.

His breath of life was gone.

Hadn't he told her his time had come? Over the past several months, he'd embraced her in his fatherly manner, saying, "It's a good day to die."

Even so, the terrible sting of his passing to the Great Beyond cut through Kazsmere, a merciless knife. She wept, her tears a downpour...so fast they didn't freeze on her cheeks.

Wind Cloud, her wolf in man and animal form, had been her mentor, her companion since her escape from the shadow-gov compound. Some five years ago.

They'd been on the run for three of those years, until finding Talbot Peak territory...now, as she understood it, Wolf Peak Territory. For two years, not quite trusting anyone—and not wanting to endanger anyone with those who hunted them—the two of them lived in a huge, dugout lair.

Rarely interacting with anyone in town or at the Pleasure Club compound, they'd managed on their own, living comfortably enough. Now...she didn't care. Kazsmere wanted her precious friend back. Selfishly, she wanted him back in his body.

She hugged his lifeless form tighter. More tears rained down her cheeks.

'Little One,' she heard. 'I cannot return. My time on Mother Earth is finished.' Kazsmere felt his spirit hand on her shoulder, comforting her. 'You will be protected. I promise.'

'No,' she screamed in her mind. 'Please, come back...please... I love you... please..."

Still, knowing it was not to be—her heart cracking in two—Kazsmere gently laid Wind Cloud's wolf body onto its bed of snow. She knew he'd chosen this old, bent, but proud-limbed tree. Heavy with pine needles, and inches of snow...yet, Wind Cloud had placed himself where she could easily see him. So she would know how and why he'd gone to his spirit home.

God! The pain was a giant razor slicing through her.

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Dyntr, wolf shifter and a former high plains drifter, loped over the area of Wolf Peak Territory he regularly patrolled for Dante. They'd come to a quick arrangement when he'd first arrived, several winters past—that was, a large, comfortably outfitted cabin and his rooms inside the Pleasure Club's survival wing, known as Bunkerville—in trade for his eyes and wolf-nose surveillance, his regular reports about who came and went, and how well the land and wildlife fared.

So far, he'd faithfully kept his side of the bargain, and intended to keep doing so. After all, the rewards had him howling with glee. He'd also made steadfast friends with several of those who were loyal to Dante.

With his nose fully operational, it took Dyntr only minutes to find the woman he'd promised Dante to watch over. This, despite her protector wolfman.

What was she doing out in these frigid-to-the-bone temps?

Dyntr soon discovered why. She knelt, holding Wind Cloud's corpse. The smell of her tears flooded his nostrils, and touched his heart deeply.

He crept closer, his footfalls almost silent. The woman was a raving beauty. But he'd kept his distance, well knowing her distrust of anyone and everyone. And there'd been the fact that she and the shaman wolf shifter wanted to be left alone.

Given his preference for hermit-like privacy, and his preference for lots of dang breathing room, Dyntr respected that choice.

Now... she needed someone. And he was just the wolf for the job, not withstanding his word to Dante.

Dyntr altered his course, circling so she would have a clear view of his slow, non-aggressive approach. What he did know about Kazsmere, she possessed wolf shifter blood, and had been learning how to morph.

When Dante asked him to watch over Kazsmere, he'd revealed she'd been a captive of a secret nefarious group, but escaped with the help of an infiltrator, a shifter he knew personally, who was a private mercenary, and on another mission.

At the time of her capture, Kazsmere hadn't known her mother had been impregnated with a wolfman's sperm. That as his daughter, she'd been under constant surveillance, and ultimately retrieved by the sinister, gene-manipulating lab.

Dyntr lowered his head the moment she spotted him. He moved even more slowly.

"I know you." She spoke in a teary voice, sniffling. "Wind Cloud..." she glanced at his body, now lying on the blanket of snow, "he said you lived near us...that you were part of Dante's patrol team."

Dyntr sat on his rump, and gave an affirming nod. Given he'd be bare-ass naked if he shifted, he remained as wolf.

His gaze steady on her, Dyntr looked for a sign as to what he should do next. He wasn't leaving Kazsmere out here by herself. No sirreee. .

Unexpected by him, that was for damn certain, she opened her arms wide. "Please, can I give you a hug? I—I...you're a handsome wolf...I—I would love to hug you."

Before he knew his legs were moving, Dyntr walked into her arms. She hugged him fully, without reserve, and he couldn't help but feel her natural love of wolves.

In moments, Dyntr heard her choking sobs. She wept hard, clinging to him as her body jerked with her grief.

Once her tears ended, and she simply held onto him, her fists balled in his coat,  Dyntr leaned back. He licked her face.

"He's gone," she murmured. "I mean he's physically gone. I still feel him...in, in the spirit world."

Dyntr nodded his head against her cheek to let her know he understood.

"What now?" she asked mournfully. Letting go of him, she sat back on her heels. "I know Wind Cloud wants to leave his body here, let Mother Nature have final say over him."

Dyntr watched her stand. Shakily, she straightened. "I have to go back, take care of the fire."

Knowing Dante would understand, would approve, Dyntr moved beside Kazsmere as if he were now her companion wolf. With a single sob, she sunk her gloved hand into his neck ruff, and they moved together toward her lair.

"Thanks, thanks, for walking me back." She paused. "Dyntr is your name, right?"

He brushed his head against her leg letting Kazsmere know that was his name.

"I heard in town...they called you a cowboy drifter...that you resemble Clint Eastwood, when he was younger. True?"

Again, Dyntr touched her leg with his head. Clint Eastwood, the actor? Well heck, no skin off his hide, if she believed that. At least, not for now.

Later she could tell him if he looked like Mr Make My Day.

The most important matter was to get Kazsmere back home, make certain she was safe, cared for.

He'd contact Dante, let him or one of his pack know the situation.

"I'll bet we could communicate mind to mind...if we try. You know, I'm part wolf shapeshifter."

Dyntr grinned, his wolf lips curling upward. Was his dream of having a beautiful mate, one who wanted to share his wild forest lifestyle about to come true?

If the Great Wolf One was kind...

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Wishing you love and passion on the wild side ~ 

Savanna 

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance