Chapter Text
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"Faster, Fredrik!" Sonja hissed, her hands tightly gripping the fur of the silver wolf beneath her. The sash across her chest squirmed, small whimpers emanating from the bundle within. Sonja glanced behind them, her eyes widening at the scene laid out before her. There were numerous wolves chasing the two. They ran behind them on all sides, and they were gaining ground. The woman's gaze turned to the cloud covered night sky in silent prayer.
"Amara, my Goddess, please bless us with your light." As if in answer the ominous clouds separated, illuminating the dark forest with moonlight. Behind them, the wolves howled with the anticipation of a hunt nearing its end. Sonja's eyes grew several shades lighter; icy blue flashing from beneath the hood that hid her face. Fredrik gained speed, trees passing by as nothing but a blur. The hood slipped from Sonja's head, her blonde hair flying behind her as she raised her hand. A few words uttered under her breath and there was a shift in the air around the wolf and witch. Suddenly, a shade of Sonja and Fredrik split from them, sprinting in another direction.
The air around them distorted their images, hiding them as the gang of wolves chasing them swapped targets, tailing the shades. The sound of the wolves dissipated as they followed the false trail. A sigh of relief escaped from Sonja's pale pink lips. Fredrik slowed, coming to a complete stop as they entered a clearing. The young woman slid carefully from the silver wolf's broad back, landing lightly on the forest floor. She hugged the bundle tightly to her chest.
"How is she?" Fredrik's deep voice echoed in her head, an ability that was usually only shared between wolves. In this situation, it was usable because the witch and wolf were mated. He stood over Sonja, his head a few inches above hers. Sonja peeled open the sash, revealing a noticeably young child, no older than 3 months. Eyes that were eerily similar to Sonja's peered up at them. White-blonde wisps of hair sat upon her small head and her tiny lips split into a toothless grin, her little hands reaching up at her mother.
Sonja smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on her child's forehead.
"Our little girl is just fine, my love," Sonja replied as she allowed the young one to tightly grip her finger. Fredrik sniffed his child, his cold nose pressing softly against her chubby cheek, eliciting a giggle from the tiny being. He pulled away, head lifting as he gazed at the moon.
"We cannot live among them as you had hoped. We knew this was a possibility. Now we need to initiate plan B," The large wolf stated, a slight breeze ruffling his coarse fur. Sonja sighed heavily, removing her finger from the baby's grip, and placing it on her forehead. The little one's eyes fluttered shut and she was asleep in less than a minute. She covered the bundle back up, tucking the fabric against her. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she rubbed her hands together.
Another series of words were mumbled very quietly as the air around them distorted once more. Sweat broke out on Sonja's pale face, trickling down slowly as she shot her hand out in front of her. A blurry house appeared, gradually gaining more focus and solidifying. Finally, Sonja lowered her hand, staggering a bit from the extended use of her magic. Fredrik appeared at her side, encouraging Sonja to lean against him.
"This will have to suffice as our home. It'll be a haven for our little Elsa," she declared, holding the baby close to her.