Sarah woke up several hours later, still weary from yesterday's tongue lashing. She stretched her legs causing them to shake uncontrollably. "Fuck he is GOOD." She looked around for pinkie. "Where is he?" Sarah tried to walk around, but just stumbled around until she found a tree to steady herself. She managed to get to her sword and used it as a cane. "Pinkie!? Pinkie!? Where are you shrak (shit) head?"
Sarah heard slapping, like wet feet on rocks. It sounded like an army of wet feet. It was coming from the north. She braced herself for intruders, but all she saw was a large black wolf with nearly a dozen fish on his back. Sarah drew her sword to the creature and shouted to scare it off.
"You couldn't scare a squirrel with a shout like that." The wolf blandly said before shifting into the tark who's mouth she had enjoyed the night before.
"SHRAK! You're a fucking shifter?"
"If that's what you want to call me. It's always fun to see first time reactions." He chuckled
"Why didn't you tell me that last night?" Asked Sarah.
"You weren't interested in my mouth for the noise it makes. You just wanted it to move." He said winking at her, and wiggling his tongue. She turned a shade yellow and looked away.
"Why are you naked right now? we need to move." Sarah told him
"you don't even know my name. Yet you feel that we should travel together." he said slipping into his pants and boots. Hearing the buckles clack she turned to face him once more.
"Fine! What is your name oh handsome man?" she asked sarcastically.
"My brothers called me Scara."
"So your name is wolf? Why would they call y... oh right. Ummm... can I help with lunch?"
"Sure." Scara put a few sticks in a pit and snapped his fingers causing sparks to fly into the hole. The fire was quickly growing. "Yes I know magic as well." He walked over to help Sarah gut and fillet the fish.
"Where is your knife?" she asked searching his bag. He responded by giving her a thumbs up. She watched as his right thumb nail grew straight out to nearly five inches long.
"Don't need one when you can make one. Best part is I can't get disarmed in a fight. Unless I get dis-armed. Hahahaha."
Sarah didn't laugh. "so what all can you do? Is it just parlor tricks or is any of it useful?"
"I am cooking in a fire that came from my kurvanog(fornicate, in this instance fucking.) fingers. I am cutting this fish with my nail. How is that not useful?"
Sarah was no longer interested in helping with the meal, and turned away from wolf as she began packing her bag. She made as much noise as possible to annoy him. In her anger she Hadn't realized what she was doing, sending a huge flair into the sky saying "here we are come kill us." It didn't take long before a warg arrived. All alone a single warg strolled into their camp curious about the noise, and looking for food. Silently he circled the camp eyeing his prey carefully choosing his victim. With a target chosen he leapt from the brush clamping his powerful jaws around Scara's arm.
He couldn't believe it he was so focused on his new fucking companion that he let his guard down , and now he was paying for it. Turning his free hand into a log he slammed his fist into the beast. It yelped as it flew across camp closer to Sarah. She still couldn't walk but she already had her sword. As she drew her blade it made a terrible grinding noise, wolf had his own hand on the sheath pinching it to the blade. "Stop. I think I know him. Buddy?" The warg stood and began to wag his nub of a tail. "Buddy! Oh I missed you. Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? You are, yes you are. Did you miss daddy? Oh give me kisses." Wolf was now scratching Buddy's belly and letting him lick his face. "I'm sorry I hit you bud are you ok? Do you want daddy to rub your face? Yeah you do. Awww you're a big baby. Who's daddy's big boy?" this prompted buddy to howl. "That's right, you are."
"Figures you would have a pet dog." Scara and the warg looked at Sarah almost as if to say 'Did you just call him a pet?' "Not pet. Friend?"