Winter Rain, part 9

“Tiergan! Are you nuts?” she whispers loudly as she approaches.

I yip a greeting and wag my tail. I turn to look intently over my shoulder, towards the hill, then back to her. There is a dense bush around the other side that would give us some needed cover.

She rolls her eyes. “I am not fording the river in these shoes!”


So take them off, I want to tell her, but . . . well, the only thing riskier than being a wolf out here during the day is being a naked human out here during the day. Talking is out, for now.

“Why don’t you head back to the house, and I’ll join you there?” she asks.

I feel my tail drop before she even finishes the question. I shake my head.

She nods sadly. “More trouble, eh?”

Nothing new there.

“Tell you what,” she says as she looks south along the path. “Meet me down by the old pump house. We can have some privacy there.

“And give me five or ten minutes, okay?” she adds. “I’m not running in heels. Not even for you.” She smiles at me—a sad, “I feel for you” smile—then walks away.

And I had been feeling better. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

Okay, that’s unfair.

I watch her as she rounds some bushes and disappears from view. I head east.

The wind is coming from the side, now, and will be of no use at all in a minute when I turn south. Actually, it will be worse than of no use. There’s a bit of a ravine I’ll follow, which should keep me out of sight, but there’s a grassy area directly south of it where people walk their dogs. And the wind is going to be telling stories about me, now.

Hopefully, no one has their dog off lead. I’m not in the mood for either doggy love or doggy hate, right now. The former is embarrassing. The latter invariably ends in tears.

Definitely not in the mood.

Just in case, I pull out of the ravine a little early, and take my scent westward, back toward the river. It’s a risk, but I think it’s the smaller of the two.

Unless there is somebody on the bridge, looking north.

Damn it!

I get down low and slink up behind a small copse to wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Finally! He moves on.

Tara is already inside the pump house when I arrive.

“Took you long enough,” she says and winks at me.

“Well? Get in here!”

I step through the door and she pulls it shut behind me.

“It’ll be dark soon, we can go for a run, then.” She sits down and taps the ground beside her. “So come on. Tell me about it.”

I change. And immediately regret it.

“Can I borrow your sweater?” I ask. “It’s really fucking cold in here.”

7 Responses to “Winter Rain, part 9”

  1. srsuleski says:

    mmm naked Tiergan.

    Sorry. :p

    Why is Tara out walking in the woods in heels?  That struck me as odd.  I know all too well what happens when you walk for any amount of time/distance in heels and it ain’t pretty, so no woman in her right mind would be taking a hike in them.

    Other than that I really like this installment . . . got a chuckle at “doggy love.”

  2. Hmm, I thought I’d been a bit clearer, but, apparently, only in my mind.  Tiergan’s family lives in a city.  This will get more coverage, don’t worry.  Their house backs onto a large, mostly forested ravine on either side of a small river.  When he first notices Tara, she’s not in the park — she’s north of it, in the town.  She braves a gravel path in heels to come to see him.  Which, no doubt, proves that I’ve never worn heels.  Doh. 

    But, I will . . . not . . . rewrite . . . it!

    On that note, I’m actually quite perturbed by just how much the tone shifted from ep to ep, at first.  Faolan’s mood seems to jump for no reason, and Teirgan’s behaviour seems equally arbitrary, at times.  But I think I’m starting to hit my stride with him.  I hope.  These last two eps do seem a little more comfortable, anyway.  Of course, in two weeks, I’ll probably be whining about these two eps as out of place.  :-)  Time will tell.

  3. Kitty says:

    Hooked, yep.  Must return every day to read the new installment :D

    I didn’t see any of the problems that you describe.

    But then, I never do XP

  4. Hi Kitty — Yay!  More readers!  MORE READERS!  MORE!!!!!!  MWOO HA HA HA HA!

  5. Miladysa says:

    The heels are not described – just heels – could be any kind – there are low heels as well as high.  I often walk in woods wearing 2″ cube heels.

  6. Showeda says:

    OMG! This writing has touched me . . . Love the present tense . . . Love the economy . . . Can smell Cormac’s rancour . . . Tiergan seems way older than his years . . . Maybe I’ll know why later . . . Love it . . . This is wonderful clipped writing . . . So glad I found it/you . . . Now I’m only on this page . . . Do I have to return or can you send updates to email address . . . So untechno, sorry . . . Either way I’ll be back . . . How can you be so dissatisfied . . . Crap question . . . Genius at work.

  7. Hi Showeda,

    Thanks for reading and commenting.  It’s always nice to hear from a new reader.  :-)

    And if Tiergan seems way older than his years, it’s because he has a bad writer.  ;-)

    Anyway, I’m afraid you do have to come back here to read more — either bookmark your last page, or remember the part number you were on and type it into the box on the story home page and hit enter.

    Again, thanks for commenting — I appreciate it.


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