A Step on the WayA Chapter by A. S. LewisChapter 1
Blood
spattered the violet leaves, staining them a deeper purple, but not leaving
them so saturated as to quiet their natural crunch when caught underfoot.
Hunting in the Deep Wood during the Slowing Season always posed a particular
difficulty for most hunters as even the lightest footfall could not be
completely silenced. This was not a problem for Sullion. He had been hunting
and tracking in these woods since he was a kit at his parents’ heels. They had
been Master Hunters and they had taken steps to ensure that their wisdom and
experience was passed to the next generation: Sullion and his elder brothers
Loloco and Gitik.
It had been a long and harsh hunt
that preceded his parents crossing into the Everall. Weeks of hard rains had
destabilized a rock face and the couple were swept away in a mudslide. Their
broken bodies were found over a mile away several days later. Sullion had only
recently crossed to manhood.
Sullion knelt beside the broken body
at his feet. His arrows were still lodged in the thick hide of the onusa buck,
but the wounds no longer pulsed with blood as the death spasms of its heart had
given way to the inevitable long moments before. He laid one hand, palm down,
on the animal’s forehead, closed his eyes, and whispered a few words before
beginning the short work of preparing the carcass for travel. He had just
finished binding the buck’s legs together when his right ear twitched, turning
slightly towards his rear. A subtle sniff of the air confirmed what he heard.
“Your prowl has gotten sloppy,” he
spoke to the air as he finished securing his kill. Silence answered first then
was followed by the familiar crunch of leaves.
“If I had wanted to sneak up on you
I could have. I chose not to because prowling around a friend is considered
rude,” a smooth tenor voice called back. Sullion’s upper lip curled back into a
smile bearing the brilliant white of several sharp teeth and very prominent
canines.
“As if manners had anything to do
with it, Rai.”
“Manners have everything to do with
it, my friend,” the other man replied as he reached down to help lift the body
onto their sled. Raiyth took a good look at the buck as he shifted it into a
more secure position on top of the other kills of the day.
“This isn’t a very large buck. You
sure it’s fully matured?” he asked. Sullion slung his bow over his back and
secured the sled’s pull straps over one shoulder.
“It’s not, but it’s the oldest I’ve
seen. The herds have thinned; some are moving away towards the Sun Grasses I
think. Can’t tell why though,” he replied as he handed the other strap to
Raiyth who took it and placed it on his shoulder. The two began their march
forwards through the woods back to town.
“Something must be scaring them,”
Raiyth pondered aloud. “Competition?”
Sullion shook his head.
“If there were a new predator in the
area we would have seen spoor by now.”
“Other hunters then,” Raiyth
supplied. Sullion gave a slight tilt of his as he considered it, but eventually
he again shook his head.
“I don’t think there are any Gal’nra
settlements near enough and besides,” he said as he cast a glance and grin at
his friend. “Game hunting really isn’t their style.”
“Hardly,” Raiyth laughed in
response. “Most Gal’nra have all the stealth and subtlety of a tonk.”
The laughter shared between the two
passed naturally and the silence that took its place was companionable as they
made their way home. The shadows in the Deep Wood grew longer as they moved,
but there was still enough daylight to see them back. Even were it not so, both
Raiyth and Sullion were masters of their trade and had little to fear of the
dark.
The sheer denseness of the wood
slowed their progress more than the weight of the sled, but the path they took
was a well-traveled trail created by numerous identical hunts. Sullion adjusted
the strap on his shoulder moving it slightly so it would rest squarely on the
leather of his vest and not on his tunic or skin. Raiyth wiped the sweat from
his brow while casting a hidden glance at his companion. He looked back to the
horizon line, the first edges of the sun dipping out of view.
“You’re being wasteful, you know,”
he said with no preamble. Sullion, who had been miles away in thought turned to
his friend with a furrowed brow. Raiyth noted the expression and decided to
continue.
“You should be teaching and serving
at the Temple, not doing… well, whatever it is you do most of the day,” he
finished. Sullion turned his gaze doggedly ahead not looking at his friend as
he answered.
“We all serve in our own way,” he
answered plainly, but Raiyth wasn’t having it.
“You’re one of the best trackers in
a generation and you know it. And as a Shaf’rani,”
“I am not a Shaf’rani,” he
interrupted.
“You are Shaf’rani. The Shaf’ra
still speaks to you whether or not you choose to listen,” Raiyth spoke with a
slight shrug. “But fine, your choice is your choice, but what of Challa?”
“Challa is still a kit.”
“He’s of an age. Herani has already
begun her study at the Temple. Doesn’t he want to go?”
“It is not his decision or yours,”
Sullion snapped this time looking directly into Raiyth’s green eyes. “Muzzle
it.”
“Lio,” Raiyth began, but Sullion had
already turned his attention away from him, the stubborn set of his jaw
alerting him that his friend had clawed in and was not in a mood to listen or
be persuaded from his current course. Raiyth sighed and watched as the light
from the city could be seen as the trees began to thin.
The pair didn’t speak as they
approached the gates of Go’ch City. One of the two major settlements in Goz,
Go’ch was a multi-level city, half built on the ground, half built in the
trees, and all bustling with To’grani of all ages.
The
To’grani. A tall and proud people believed to be descendants of the cha’al, a
large feline predator, the To’grani kept the ferocity and nimble stealth of the
cat if not the form " evolution making them bipedal and mostly hairless. The
upright, triangular ears they kept as well as the excellent hearing, sense of
smell, and night vision. Sharp teeth, but no claws, the To’grani were a toughly
built people made of lean and limber muscle and reinforced bone plates on their
hands, feet, chest, and head. And yet from this basic template of life there
was great variety among them. Their skin came in beautiful shades of gold, tan,
auburn, brown, and black. Their hair long and in just as many colored
variations. Put simply, the To’grani were a beautiful people and truly favored
among the all the Little Gods.
Sullion
closed his eyes for a moment and simply allowed himself to take in the smells
and sounds of home. He opened his eyes again and the two made their way through
the merchant’s quarter to deliver the animals to where they would be processed
for hides, bones, and meat. As they moved past merchant stands and shops a
voice called out from behind them.
“Sullion!”
Both men stopped and turned towards
the older To’grani male that was approaching them. His hair was almost
completely silver and his teeth yellow and beginning to dull, but he was still
lithe of form and sharp of mind and deserving of their respect and attention.
“Soft paws, Coceay. How are you
today?” Sullion greeted with a deferential dip of his head.
“Soft paws, to you both friends,” Coceay
replied with a smile and short bow to both masters then he directed himself to
Sullion specifically. “I must ask your forgiveness for bringing you troublesome
news.”
“You are forgiven,” Sullion replied
evenly. “What news, friend?”
“There was a scratch a few hours ago
between two kits. It happened right in front of my shop. Neither boy was hurt
too badly, but it was a fairly vicious fight.”
Sullion growled low in his throat.
There would only be one reason for the merchant bringing a fight between two
children to his attention.
“Challa was one of the kits?” he
asked knowing full well what the answer would be.
“Yes, and the other one… the one
with golden hair and eyes… Dinir’s son.”
“Macuna,” Raiyth supplied. Coceay
nodded.
“Yes, Macuna. I broke up the fight
and sent both kits home. I was planning to visit both you and Dinir once I was
closed for the day.”
Sullion nodded. The news was not
surprising nor was the name of the other boy. Suddenly tired, he sighed
quietly.
“I thank you, friend, for your
vigilance.”
“May the pack always provide,”
Coceay said bowing once more. Sullion and Raiyth echoed his bow and his words.
Once the merchant had returned to his shop, Raiyth reached over for the strap
on Sullion’s shoulder.
“Go home. I will see to this,” he
offered. For a moment Sullion entertained the idea of protesting, but insisting
to stay would only be for the sake of delaying a conversation that was
inevitable. Instead, he nodded his thanks and placed a hand on his friend’s
shoulder before turning down a side path between two shops and heading to his
home on the outskirts of the city.
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