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The Hunters wove through the settlement, reminding everyone about the upcoming expedition to the lake. Though small parties traveled there frequently, catching what they could for personal use, the Wolf Clan’s annual fish ‘hunt’ consistently drew nearly all of the Camp’s residents.
Even with the great amount of work it demanded — catching, cleaning, preparing and then hauling home the bounty — a celebratory quality surrounded the informal outdoor gathering. Entire families participated, the Clan’s Storytellers and Musicians came along as well, sometimes combining their talents into a single narrative, filling the imaginations and dreams of the audience as they assembled under the endless blanket of stars.
Assuming they embarked shortly after the first meal, the group would arrive at the lake well before midmorning. It was not a long distance away at all, which was part of the reason why people of all ages joined in, but the journey was lengthy enough to warrant staying overnight until they completed their task. Barring any unseen difficulties, most typically returned on the fourth day.
Other than what they enjoyed there, they dried everything before carrying it home, despite the contribution of many, harvesting enough to help support the Camp through the upcoming winter remained an enormous undertaking. Only drying the fish made it possible to bring back what they needed.
Veba overhead Sala and Jakal discussing the event with their friends, confirming that they would be attending. When she reported this information to the Spiritwalker, to her relief he insisted she do the same. Even though she had taken part in years past without exception, for some reason she had worried he might forbid her from going this time around.
She felt strangely ambivalent. On the one hand she looked forward to a respite from his ferocious hunger and was not disappointed that he would not be accompanying them. Since their first night together he never allowed her body to fully recover, more to the point, he did not allow her to recover at all.
On the other hand she was going to miss him, or at least whatever it was he wrenched out of her whenever he took possession of her body. The vigorousness of their encounters coupled with the covert nature of their association formed a potent, intoxicating combination.
If she had her choice, however, Veba still would pick the Tracker over the Spiritwalker in an instant. She hoped the excursion would provide the means to work toward repairing the rift between Jakal and herself without the spiritual leader’s knowledge, if she could just engage the Light-Eye on friendly terms once more, there was always the chance that someday…
While he did not leave the Ceremonial Hut often, the shaman seemed hyperaware of her activities, attaining her own goals would be more feasible with four days free from his watchful eyes. Veba knew she was taking an incredible risk trying to accomplish his aims along with hers, but if there was ever a perfect opportunity to attempt it, it would be now.
Although the gathering at the lake presented the ideal circumstances for observing the couple in a more relaxed setting, in the end the Spiritwalker decided to leave the task in the hands of his new spy. She had learned quickly, naturally it required breaking her — one of his favorite aspects of this process — but she also bent to his will readily, enthusiastically even at times. She almost made it too easy.
Of course she still hesitated or held back occasionally, necessitating the use of swift, punitive correction, but by and large the woman was a fervid pupil. She ignited in him a lust so powerful that he found himself neither willing nor able to restrain himself enough to grant her body rest. She had become so sore, bruised and raw from the intensity of his passions he eventually had no choice but to treat her many wounds to keep them from festering. A brief separation would allow the injuries to heal a bit, keeping her fresh and eager to do his bidding.
Besides, every year the Spiritwalker took advantage of the absence of virtually the entire Clan to investigate their dwellings, to see what kinds of secrets he could uncover. The fish hunt was such a popular event that those who stayed behind typically did so only because they were too sick or frail to travel, and the shaman was more than happy to remain in order to attend to their needs.
Controlling them was almost effortless since he regularly administered substances which made them more malleable, the information they supplied him often proved quite useful. If for any reason they gave him too much difficulty he merely put them to sleep, and although no one so far had forced his hand, he always knew that he could make them sleep permanently if necessary. The freedom the annual gathering afforded him back at the Camp invigorated him, becoming a kind of celebration in itself.
But most of all he believed that in his absence, the Light-Eye and his mate would let down their guard, and in so doing they would reveal their weaknesses. Before everyone left for the lake, he would ensure the female understood very clearly what he expected of her when she returned, and what the consequences would be should she fail him.
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