Blog 69

And now it was she, Jenna, who ruled the wolves; she, and she alone, who led them to good hunting, and made them shine. She grinned, her pink tongue lolling over her sharp white teeth. Then with a howl, she disappeared into the undergrowth, followed by the dark forms of her packmates. Colwyn James walked slowly through the upper level of the Pike Street market. His eyes darted from side to side, watching the people as they passed him. He looked longingly at the fresh fruit piled high in the nearest stall, and checked the prices. Then he felt around in his pocket. Only a few dollars in change met his questing fingers, all that was left of the day's earnings. He shifted his guitar on his shoulder, then continued on to the sheltered corner he considered home. Halfway there, Colwyn decided not to retire for the evening. His stomach was empty, and he did not have enough to get dinner, and breakfast. He sat down on the cobbles, and tuned his guitar. Several people stopped to watch, curious tourists and regulars who didn't mind his music. He knew what they saw: a rag-tag teen with deep green eyes and a mane of red-brown hair that would not stay still; a street boy, not really handsome, but the sort of lad who'd make you look twice. He grinned to himself. He'd had it easy when it came to girls. If he wanted one, he could find two who'd be willing. But after a few times, Col had realized that he didn't want just a series of jingas. Cheap girls and whores weren't his idea of a good time. He got comfortable, and began to play. His music was good, and the crowds were generous. After a couple hours, he had enough to buy three or four good meals. He packed up and headed for the grocer's stand. Colwyn had been on the streets since he was fourteen. He had left behind a troubled home; an abusive father, an alcoholic mother, and two sisters who... well, life had not treated them well. One evening Col simply could not take it any more, so he walked out the door and never looked back. He had made a lot of friends, some of whom he trusted, some of whom he used, and some of them used him. You learned to live with a lot out here, or you'd soon be worse off than a heyta, a slave, and you wouldn't live out very many more days. Col had seen a jolly man snagged by a really nasty street clan once. There were parts of him found all across town for days. Col knew how to fade into the background, how to follow who he had to. Not that he enjoyed it, but everyone's gotta live somehow.

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The wolfpack dispersed at dawn. In ones and twos they left the meeting circle, first the oldest, then the younger ones. Finally only Jenna and Rail, her second, were left. Rail shook himself and stood up. He walked to the bushes nearby and pulled out his clothing, studiously avoiding Jenna's eyes. She too began to dress, calmly. Rail buttoned his shirt and cautiously started to leave. "Rrrail..." Jenna growled, her eyes gleaming dangerously in the dim light. He spun, startled. She was at the far edge of the clearing, looking over her shoulder. Her black eyes flashed, and she growled, "Rail... You cannot change what you are, and you will not change what I am. Remember that!" She stalked off, leaving Rail to run a hand through his shoulder-length brown hair and sigh worriedly. Colwyn started to say something, but Rail had already darted away down the alley. Col sighed, and rolled over in the dirty quilt, thinking. Rail was one of the few people he trusted, one of the few real friends he had. And one thing he knew, Rail didn't lie to friends. Col had never found a reason to doubt Rail's word before. So where did that leave him? He'd heard of a girl called Jenna who had recently started haunting the Market, but so far he didn't think he'd met her. And from what he'd heard, she wasn't all that dangerous unless you really made her mad. Then she could turn into the best streethunter around; but of course he didn't plan to make her angry. So what should he do if Rail did get snagged by her? He'd help, if he could, but unless she came after him, he'd stay out of it... Jenna slid from shadow to shadow. Rail was a Jedite, yes, but even a failure shouldn't be so stupid. The fool hadn't even stopped to see if he was being followed. She had tracked him easily to Col's place, and listened while Rail spilled his guts. She laughed silently. Col would make a good hunter, and if that didn't work, he would make even better prey. She watched as Col tossed and turned, seeing the morning light dance across his features. Yes, he was pretty... A thought flashed into her mind. She nodded, pleased with herself. She would lure him into the pack, using herself as the bait. It would be easy. Rail had told him much, but not enough. Col would not understand that reference to wolves until it was too late. She instinctively raised her head to howl her pleasure, then remembered where she was and slunk silently off, her dark hair flowing about her like a wolf's silken coat and her black eyes glittering with wildness.

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Somewhere a tunebox was playing. Col listened as phrases made themselves clear over the din of the Market, "...I'm alive, I'll pick the pieces up, I will survive...", and he slowly grinned. As long as he lived, he had another chance to make it good here, and he would take full advantage of them. Wolf had liked his playing, and they were goin' to meet again today. He hadn't seen Rail yet, but he couldn't wait to share the good news. Rail would enjoy hearing about Wolf. The music swirled about him, mingled with the rush and clatter of the crowds. Colwyn's feet began to move in rhythm, and he almost launched into an impromptu dance then and there. Seldom did music stir him, at least not like that. Too often music only turned his thoughts to the past, or to some problem in the present. He laughed, ignoring the people who looked at him curiously. It was a beautiful day, and he would share it with Wolf. Pretty Wolfgirl, hasn't found her way yet... The words and melody for a new song filtered through his conscience. She certainly was an inspiration. Several hours later Jenna sat alone by the waterfront. From her perch on the metal railing she could see the ferries and ships that were navigating the Sound. The sight of all that water spread out before her, constantly moving, always going on... She tossed her head, letting her long hair swirl in the breeze. The Pack was hers. She had called them, she had made them. There had to be a balance, so many of her kin at a time. Without that balance, the force that kept them alive would slowly fail. T'yaya had been killed by a petty crook one night when she was at home, and now Rail was faded too. She felt half-way sorry. But Rail had found out just a bit too much. He had discovered that although the pack, and Jenna, needed a certain number of wolves to hold, to survive, there was a way around that. She blocked off the thought. If the others found out, they would leave, and she would die. She shuddered, and turned her mind to other things.

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When Rail had come to her with his 'news', she had threatened him. He would not back down, and now he was dead. About a week before their fight, he had told her about Colwyn; how he would have been a good Wolf's Kin, as they called themselves. She smiled. Rail had been right. The Pack was hers. She had called them, she had made them. There had to be a balance, so many of her kin at a time. Without that balance, the force that kept them alive would slowly fail. T'yaya had been killed by a petty crook one night when she was at home, and now Rail was faded too. She felt half-way sorry. But Rail had found out just a bit too much. He had discovered that although the pack, and Jenna, needed a certain number of wolves to hold, to survive, there was a way around that. She blocked off the thought. If the others found out, they would leave, and she would die. She shuddered, and turned her mind to other things. And now Col would be Rail's replacement. As for the other... Well, there was a girl on the other side of town who would adapt well, and she had skills that the pack could use. Jenna jumped down from her seat and padded off into the concrete and iron forest of downtown Seattle, laughing under her breath as she left Puget Sound behind her.

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