Remix: Journey Of The Beast (The White Wolf Remix) [Diefenbaker, Fraser, 349 words, rated PG], by akamine_chan
The odors of wood and stone and earth mingle, dark and clean, like driftwood and furniture polish. It teases Diefenbaker's senses, lures him deeper into the dark and still ranges of the Borderlands.
He walks, careful of icy shards underpaw, following a path not with his nose, but with his heart. He travels under a glittering sky-trail of stars, reflecting off the snow, deepening the shadows. Time passes but the stars remains motionless in the eternal night, and his journey continues.
The heart-trail leads him to a clearing, and in the center of the clearing is a giant white wolf, larger than any Dief has ever seen before. It is bigger than a bull caribou and it stares at Dief with coal-red eyes.
Amarok, Dief says, dipping his head in respect.
The white wolf stares at him, measuring.
There are two paths for you to choose from, the white wolf says. Forward to your packmate, who awaits your return. Backward to the next life, the endless hunting ground. The spirit-wolf's jaws open wide in a blood-thirsty grin, teeth sharp and flashing in the starlight. Choose wisely, pup.
Dief stares at the wolf, head tilted. He scents the air, twitches an ear to hear better. He thinks of his packmate, and the bond between them, reaches out with his spirit and feels it, leading not ahead, but behind.
Not Amarok, he barks. Amaguq. Trickster. He raises his hackles and growls, a low, rumbling sound that wakes a phantom ache on his belly. As he steps forward, the white wolf fades away, leaving only the burning eyes to stare at Dief for an endless moment before winking away.
He snaps his jaws in frustration before turning back, following the heart-song of his packmate, suddenly loud in this quiet land.
He doesn't have any problems making his way back. And when Dief finds his packmate, he presses a warm nose against his side, a low whine rising while his tail beats weakly, once and twice against the floor.