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sun is up. Let’s just get home,” I said. George shrugged and got up. The fire he’d made the night before was just a pile of ash now. I wondered vaguely if there was some kind of rule against making campfires on the mountain. Maybe survival didn’t count as a trespass.
He started walking in a direction.
“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” I demanded, following him. He stopped and turned around to look at me.
“I came to get you because you would probably have died out here last night,” he said. His voice was still calm even though in his eyes a storm was brewing.
“Well, I don’t want you to rescue me. I don’t need you.” I knew I sounded like an idiot. I was being childish. I was angry at myself, not at him. But there was no way I was going to admit to that. He had to take the fall because I had to get away from him before I did something drastic. Like sleep with him.
“Just tell me which way to go, and I’ll find my own way home,” I said.
“You’re seriously going to this back in my face?” He was angry now. He had a white circle around his mouth and his breath came in quick gasps that made small circles of mist around his face.
“Just show me,” I said again. He raised his eyebrows and sighed, but then he pointed in a direction. I stomped past him. I didn’t need him. I didn’t want to need him. I hated that my body said otherwise.
I stomped through the trees. It was more difficult now that I didn’t have George to follow to the easier passages, but I could make it. It was light enough for me to see, and it couldn’t be far now. I climbed over a log and stepped around a couple of branches. The snow had changed under my feet and I had better footing. I was confident I could do this now.
A twig snapped behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned. If he was following me…
I looked into the face of a mountain lion.
Chapter 5
Its yellow eyes were dangerous, with black pinpricks for pupils. It made a low growling sound at the back of its throat. I glanced down at its paws. It had sharp black nails.
So, definitely dangerous animals in a tourist area, then. This one wasn’t going to turn into a human, too. This time I was really in trouble.
I was rooted to the spot. Too scared to move, too hurt to run, too inexperienced to defend myself. And I’d forgotten the ski pole at the shelter where’d we’d spent the night.
Dammit.
The mountain lion roared, pulling back its lips to show me all its deadly teeth. The roar was strange, but scary nonetheless. This was where I was going to die.
A deep growl sounded behind me, and when I spun around George’s wolf stood there. He’d followed me. He jumped in front of me now, head low, his own yellow eyes locking with the mountain lion. The mountain lion moaned in a low tone and they circled each other. The wolf made a barking sound and lunged forward. The big cat pulled back, ears flat against its head, and then it smacked it’s paw forward. Its claws narrowly missed George. His ears were flat against his head too, lips curled back in a snarl, fangs bare. They were long and deadly, just as I’d imagined them. The mountain lion tried to hit him again, but this time George pulled away with more than enough time to spare.
The mountain lion sat on its haunches, ready to use both paws. George mock-lunged and the cat tried to claw him. The moment its claw was down and out of the way the wolf lunged for the cat’s neck and sunk in its teeth. The mountain lion let out a horrible moan-like sound. The wolf let it go and it squirmed at his feet for a moment. Blood matted the fur in its neck. When George didn’t attack again, the mountain lion fled.
The wolf looked at me with yellow eyes before it changed again. When George stood up, a man, he limped slightly.
“Oh geez, did it hurt you?” I asked. He shook his head.
“I got stuck trying to get to you when I heard that cat. I changed to quickly and ran before I was ready.”
“I’m so
He started walking in a direction.
“Why won’t you just leave me alone?” I demanded, following him. He stopped and turned around to look at me.
“I came to get you because you would probably have died out here last night,” he said. His voice was still calm even though in his eyes a storm was brewing.
“Well, I don’t want you to rescue me. I don’t need you.” I knew I sounded like an idiot. I was being childish. I was angry at myself, not at him. But there was no way I was going to admit to that. He had to take the fall because I had to get away from him before I did something drastic. Like sleep with him.
“Just tell me which way to go, and I’ll find my own way home,” I said.
“You’re seriously going to this back in my face?” He was angry now. He had a white circle around his mouth and his breath came in quick gasps that made small circles of mist around his face.
“Just show me,” I said again. He raised his eyebrows and sighed, but then he pointed in a direction. I stomped past him. I didn’t need him. I didn’t want to need him. I hated that my body said otherwise.
I stomped through the trees. It was more difficult now that I didn’t have George to follow to the easier passages, but I could make it. It was light enough for me to see, and it couldn’t be far now. I climbed over a log and stepped around a couple of branches. The snow had changed under my feet and I had better footing. I was confident I could do this now.
A twig snapped behind me. I rolled my eyes and turned. If he was following me…
I looked into the face of a mountain lion.
Chapter 5
Its yellow eyes were dangerous, with black pinpricks for pupils. It made a low growling sound at the back of its throat. I glanced down at its paws. It had sharp black nails.
So, definitely dangerous animals in a tourist area, then. This one wasn’t going to turn into a human, too. This time I was really in trouble.
I was rooted to the spot. Too scared to move, too hurt to run, too inexperienced to defend myself. And I’d forgotten the ski pole at the shelter where’d we’d spent the night.
Dammit.
The mountain lion roared, pulling back its lips to show me all its deadly teeth. The roar was strange, but scary nonetheless. This was where I was going to die.
A deep growl sounded behind me, and when I spun around George’s wolf stood there. He’d followed me. He jumped in front of me now, head low, his own yellow eyes locking with the mountain lion. The mountain lion moaned in a low tone and they circled each other. The wolf made a barking sound and lunged forward. The big cat pulled back, ears flat against its head, and then it smacked it’s paw forward. Its claws narrowly missed George. His ears were flat against his head too, lips curled back in a snarl, fangs bare. They were long and deadly, just as I’d imagined them. The mountain lion tried to hit him again, but this time George pulled away with more than enough time to spare.
The mountain lion sat on its haunches, ready to use both paws. George mock-lunged and the cat tried to claw him. The moment its claw was down and out of the way the wolf lunged for the cat’s neck and sunk in its teeth. The mountain lion let out a horrible moan-like sound. The wolf let it go and it squirmed at his feet for a moment. Blood matted the fur in its neck. When George didn’t attack again, the mountain lion fled.
The wolf looked at me with yellow eyes before it changed again. When George stood up, a man, he limped slightly.
“Oh geez, did it hurt you?” I asked. He shook his head.
“I got stuck trying to get to you when I heard that cat. I changed to quickly and ran before I was ready.”
“I’m so
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