harsh lifestyle.” Surprisingly Raven shook her head at his comment,
“No Wolfy I have no regrets, I doubt anyone has an easy life, I happen to have enjoyed much of it. It's just that I'm tired of the death and tired of waking everyday to do my work knowing that I am living on borrowed time. I just think surely there must be another way at least for me if not for the Nightclans. You can ask them, I bet you would have trouble finding anyone in the clan willing to give up this life out here.” Wollfen grunted,
“Yes there is a certain pride here, it's very different though to the lives of the people in the west.” Raven chuckled, he looked back at her as she spoke again,
“I think it's funny how the Kingdom has these ideals of monogamy and living within high walls and such, then you hear about how often the men stray, taking whores or sleeping around even though they are married to their partner.” Wollfen snorted,
“While I can agree with you on that it's not that simple, there are plenty of people who do remain faithful to each other and can make it work. I think both societies, the Kingdom's and the Nightclan's are at the end of opposite extremes.”
“You think?” He shrugged,
“I’m not sure, I'm guessing a bit.” Raven kissed him on the cheek.
Looking back to the two men still showing off to Raven she made one last comment,
“You know, I’m a woman in her forties and here I am sitting naked on show to those two who are showing off for me, I do like the attention because it's a big boost to my self confidence, makes me feel like I am attractive still. Heck, they look good, that guy massaging himself sure has a big rod.” Wollfen smiled, no longer feeling threatened by what was going on,
“As long as it isn’t me they are showing off to.” Raven barked a laugh,
“You never know, they may like what they are seeing.” Wollfen gave her a dark look and she giggled.
“Sorry darling, you know me, always teasing.” She leaned across and gave him a soft warm kiss before standing up, “Come on let's swim back to our clothes.”
Just before she dove in Raven gave the men a wave and then they swam back.
Walking back through camp they saw people moving about in preparations for the ceremony, Raven talked to one offering help and was given a chore, she turned back to Wollfen,
“Well darling, I am going to go off and help here, will you be okay on your own?” He nodded in the affirmative,
“Yes hon, I am going to retire to my tent, I got a lot on my mind, find me there when you are done.” They hugged and kissed then moved off in different directions.
Back in his tent Wollfen threw his boots on the floor and fell into his cot, it was interesting what had happened today, he had gotten a new horse, seen the aftermath of the death of a young boy, fought a bunch of orcs and had a very insightful talk with Raven though while personal was a great insight into the Nightclan way of life. Then tonight he would be seeing a secret ceremony and burial of a fallen clansman. It certainly gave him a lot to think about.
Chapter Three
Ceremony
Ironside stood before the altar as the flickering light from the burning torches on either side cast eerie shadows on the tall trees skirting the clearing in the forest. Wollfen looked up into the starry sky as the moon cast its own glow over all, it was still full as it approached its zenith above. Raven stood next to him looking on as Ironside began the ceremony. Wollfen looked back at him and regarded the unusual clothing he was wearing, it was very strange compared to the usual garb the Nightclans wore which was a usual mix of slacks and long sleeved tunics and boots.
On his head Ironside had a bears skin head and skull with some of its fur hanging down the back, there was some sort of leather shoulder protection on one side only, a strap going under his opposite arm to hold it on. He was bare chested and wore a furred loincloth, last but not least some heavy
“No Wolfy I have no regrets, I doubt anyone has an easy life, I happen to have enjoyed much of it. It's just that I'm tired of the death and tired of waking everyday to do my work knowing that I am living on borrowed time. I just think surely there must be another way at least for me if not for the Nightclans. You can ask them, I bet you would have trouble finding anyone in the clan willing to give up this life out here.” Wollfen grunted,
“Yes there is a certain pride here, it's very different though to the lives of the people in the west.” Raven chuckled, he looked back at her as she spoke again,
“I think it's funny how the Kingdom has these ideals of monogamy and living within high walls and such, then you hear about how often the men stray, taking whores or sleeping around even though they are married to their partner.” Wollfen snorted,
“While I can agree with you on that it's not that simple, there are plenty of people who do remain faithful to each other and can make it work. I think both societies, the Kingdom's and the Nightclan's are at the end of opposite extremes.”
“You think?” He shrugged,
“I’m not sure, I'm guessing a bit.” Raven kissed him on the cheek.
Looking back to the two men still showing off to Raven she made one last comment,
“You know, I’m a woman in her forties and here I am sitting naked on show to those two who are showing off for me, I do like the attention because it's a big boost to my self confidence, makes me feel like I am attractive still. Heck, they look good, that guy massaging himself sure has a big rod.” Wollfen smiled, no longer feeling threatened by what was going on,
“As long as it isn’t me they are showing off to.” Raven barked a laugh,
“You never know, they may like what they are seeing.” Wollfen gave her a dark look and she giggled.
“Sorry darling, you know me, always teasing.” She leaned across and gave him a soft warm kiss before standing up, “Come on let's swim back to our clothes.”
Just before she dove in Raven gave the men a wave and then they swam back.
Walking back through camp they saw people moving about in preparations for the ceremony, Raven talked to one offering help and was given a chore, she turned back to Wollfen,
“Well darling, I am going to go off and help here, will you be okay on your own?” He nodded in the affirmative,
“Yes hon, I am going to retire to my tent, I got a lot on my mind, find me there when you are done.” They hugged and kissed then moved off in different directions.
Back in his tent Wollfen threw his boots on the floor and fell into his cot, it was interesting what had happened today, he had gotten a new horse, seen the aftermath of the death of a young boy, fought a bunch of orcs and had a very insightful talk with Raven though while personal was a great insight into the Nightclan way of life. Then tonight he would be seeing a secret ceremony and burial of a fallen clansman. It certainly gave him a lot to think about.
Chapter Three
Ceremony
Ironside stood before the altar as the flickering light from the burning torches on either side cast eerie shadows on the tall trees skirting the clearing in the forest. Wollfen looked up into the starry sky as the moon cast its own glow over all, it was still full as it approached its zenith above. Raven stood next to him looking on as Ironside began the ceremony. Wollfen looked back at him and regarded the unusual clothing he was wearing, it was very strange compared to the usual garb the Nightclans wore which was a usual mix of slacks and long sleeved tunics and boots.
On his head Ironside had a bears skin head and skull with some of its fur hanging down the back, there was some sort of leather shoulder protection on one side only, a strap going under his opposite arm to hold it on. He was bare chested and wore a furred loincloth, last but not least some heavy
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