White POV:

“H-h-how are you n-nn-not sh-shiv-shivering!” Riuro

“Because my fur is better at dealing with water than yours?  How the hell am I supposed to know?  You at least remembered to shake all the excess out right?” White

She growls at me.

“W-w-wwhat d-d-d-do you think I am, a-a-an i-idiot?!” Riuro

“Wweelll…” White

“You finish that sentence and I will eviscerate you.” Riuro

“Just keep seething, it’ll raise your body temperature some.” White

She growls again.

Oh, right, it’s been a while.  Well two months have passed since Riuro and I killed that pair of hunters.  My uncle, whose name turns out to be Gar, or Red, has been paying a bit more attention to my little corner of the pit since that event.  Also, according to some of the groans and body counts of my neighbors, more have followed suit and are coming after us Wolves specifically.  I already killed about seven more, in fact Riuro and I have turned hunting our hunters into a competition of sorts.

I am currently winning by three.

They're even nice enough to bring food as a parting gift to us!  

‘Hehehehe…’

The reason Riuro is so cold is because the both of us were foolish enough to accidentally walk on top of some well hidden ice.  It looks like a type of trap that uses my people’s inherent weakness to cold water against us.  Thankfully the type of fur I have makes it easy for me to deal with getting stuck in water.  

I have two layers to my coat.  The outer layer that is similar to an otters in that it is sleek and water resistant.  My inner layer is very soft and similar to sheep's wool, except not as itchy.  Because of this duality, I don’t have to worry too much about getting waterlogged fur, or having to suffer to normal cold in the winters.

And strangely enough I shed more than usual in the summers, so I don’t roast to death in my own fur.

That would be a way to go.  Sitting on my death bed with nothing to kill me but my own bodies’ defenses.

Anyways, Riuro went into shock and I had to warm her with my body.  If I were still human, that would have been fun, however the practise is common among my people when winter hits.  Didn’t stop her from stuttering up a storm, but that could also have been the hypothermia.

Who knows?

“How do you even know it was a trap anyway?” Riuro

“Sheet rock doesn’t naturally form over such wide pools of water, let alone frozen water.  It should have cracked.  Therefore, it was intentional and why else would people create such dangerous scenarios?...” White

“If not to kill us, I see.  But how did they get rock to form over water?” Riuro

“They probably have hunters capable of doing that, like a Lightning Elk as opposed to a normal Elk.” White

“Why would they be able to do that?” Riuro

“They are physically weak, have poor instincts, and can’t smell or hear for shit.  There must be some reason they aren’t all dead already.  Hell we hunt there hunters for sport!” White

“Good point.  So, let’s get back to the pit.  Graru has been apparently stealing food from the other litters in an attempt to survive being a leftover and we need to make sure he doesn’t think us easy targets.” Riuro

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‘Why does that name bring me annoyance?’

“Who was Graru again?” White

“Apparently that was the guy that tried to make you his servant, and promptly got his tail handed to him by Ruara.” Riuro

“Oh yeah… that fur-for-brains.  I don’t remember there being any recently eliminated litters.” White

“That's because his litter was tired of his attempts at destabilising their order.  And he is also a bumbling idiot when hunting and nearly got half of them killed.  They just told him not to come back and he has resorted to stealing his food.” Riuro

“Joy.” White

“...”

“I know this is a stupid question, but are you ready to go just yet?  This is probably uncomfortable for you.” White

“Yeah, but not from you.  It feels like my bones are just… shifting?  Let’s just get to the sacram.” Riuro

Both of us paused, looked at one another.

“why did you just vuln sacram?” White

Our heads snap over to the pool that we fell into.  Now that I look at it, there seems to be a strange glow to it.

‘Bella kimfar vin loun.’

Both of us begin to spasm uncontrollably on top of one another, and not in the fun way.  At first it just felt like my body went numb, and then I wished it had stayed numb.  It felt like our bodies were tearing themselves to shreds, and then slowly coming back together just to repeat the cycle.

Why was wellop happening?

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Archmage Lyrian POV:

“Uhhh, Sir?” What’s his face

‘What is it now?  I just got some free time and now some gods damn... hahhh.'

“What is it?” Lyrian

“You told me to keep you apprised if one of the Mana Pits had caught subjects?” What’s his face

“Aaaand?” Lyrian

‘Okay this might be good news.’

“Well…” What’s his face

‘What is he so afraid to say?’

“Will you just spit it out!” Lyrian

He panics.

“Umm, well, it seems to have created two mutants.” What’s his face

Color drains from my face.

“Ahhhh…. Shit.” Lyrian