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Here is exactly one fifth of Chapter 2 lol. My chapters tend to be really long. Tell me when you want more.

Chapter 2

I'm going to be beaten for this, thought Tymber. She imagined what they would do to her first. Maybe she'd get the belt. If she was very bad, they'd give her the ride. She remembered back when she was younger. Neolyn had let all the hounds off their tethers in the winter. The best of the hounds and then some ran onto the lake and fell through the ice, losing the tribe what help they had of finding food in the winter. They only had a few dogs left, and not enough to find food. After the winter supply ran out, the tribe almost starved and two young children were lost. Neolyn blamed the whole thing on Bron. Bron got the ride; they strapped him to the back of a horse and then dragged him all through the village and neighboring forest. Tymber shuddered when she thought of the scars all over his body; the limp in his leg; his terrible posture and the crippling pain he will forever endure. She started to shake. Staar licked her hand and growled at the approaching crowd.
"Tymber." The bulky man said in a low grumbling voice. It was the butcher.
Maybe they planned to chop her into little pieces! What pain would they make her endure?! Tymber could barely stand it. "Y-yes.." Tymber replied shakily.
"Presta the Elder would like to see you." The butcher said in his scary voice. The crowd looked at eachother and smiled slyly.
Presta the Elder! She never calls on anyone! Presta was the oldest of the Elders, and the wisest. She never left her tent and no one but her granddaughter was allowed in to tend to her. Tymber tensed as the people pushed her through the crowd and to the front. Staar snarled and curved his body so he was between Tymber and the crowd. People tensed and moved back. Staar trotted alongside Tymber the rest of the way. Tymber was happy to have his presence, but was terrified that she would lose him forever. Presta the Elder...It was all so much. Why would the old one want to talk to her? She must have done something very bad. She remembered the looks on the faces of everyone the night before. Maybe it was because she had gone to the festival. But she wasn't just going to stand by and let everyone think she'd taken longer than she actually had. She wanted to let them know that she was there with her spirit bond. And now she'll pay the price. Presta the Elder will surely be angry that Tymber disobeyed the ancient custom and condemn her to death. And after all she'd been through; finally getting her spirit bond, and only having him for a day, and now she'll die and leave him behind forever. And then Staar may die too. It is rare that anyone, man or animal, survives the death of his bond. Tymber felt Staar's anxiousness. He must have felt Tymber's fear and maybe even seen the images of death and childhood memories floating through Tymber's head.
They made it to the village. People stood around in silence. All of them stared at Tymber warily. Mothers put their arms around their children and made as if to shoo them into their tents, but couldn't help but look at the girl and her wolf walking along to the middle of the village.
"Oy! Looky what you're in for now, sister!" Tymber looked up and saw Neolyn astride a horse with her spirit bond at it's hooves. "Always knew you were a trouble maker! Oh well. Guess there's only room for one brat in a family."
"Glad it's you and not me." Tymber said quietly.
"Why you little...I oughta..." Neolyn got off her horse and with a confident stride, marched over to Tymber. If it wasn't for Tymber being pushed into Presta's tent, she might have met Neolyn's fist.
I would have stopped her, Staar told her.
"I'm sure you would have." Tymber said dizzily. She focused her eyes and saw herself sprawled out on a soft bear hide inside Presta's spacious tent. She quickly and clumsily gathered herself up and knelt in front of the Elder who sat on the other side of her small table.
"Stand up." The Elder's voice was surprisingly loud. Tymber stood up straight. "You aren't very tall. How tall are you?"
"Five and four, Elder."
"That tall?" Her eyes widened. "You don't look it." She motioned with her hand for Tymber to turn sideways. "Lift up your shirt." Tymber lifted her shirt up to her ribs. "You are very thin. Does not your family feed you?"
Tymber nodded. "S-s-sometimes m'Elder. Sometimes there isn't enough food and it is given to my sister."
"Your sister is Neolyn Infer?" Presta asked.
Tymber nodded and recognized the word "infer;" the last name given to a child who's parentage isn't known. In Tymber's and Neolyn's case, their father. "That is right Elder."
"I see." She looked puzzled for a moment. "Why do they not feed you and let her go hungry instead?"
Tymber thought a moment. "I suppose because she is bigger than me, and stronger."
"I know many things about this tribe, and I know that Neolyn Infer does not put in her share of work a pinch as much as you do. Not only that, but she is a trouble maker and deserves what may come to her." She turned around and dug through a bag. She pulled out some bark and wrote something on it with a quill and some reed ink. "Give this to your caretaker, Berta." Presta handed Tymber the bark. Tymber stood there, waiting. "Well go child!"
Tymber put the bark in her pocket and she and Staar left the tent. She looked up and her eye met Neolyn's fist.