thanks! Here's some more of Chapter 2...Still alot of this chapter to go lol.

Tymber woke up in her tent. She was laying in her bed and her eye hurt something terrible. She looked over and saw Neolyn sprawled in her blankets, being tended by Berta and some other women. One of the women looked at Tymber. "Well, it's fine enough that you're up to see what your evil mongrel has done to your sister." Neolyn moaned as if for effect. "Oh hush dearie;" the woman cooed, '' you'll be up and around again soon. Poor dear." She shook her head.
Berta's eyes slitted. "And as for you, you will care for your sister. You will do anything she tells you to do. After all, it is your fault."
"What happened to my eye?" Tymber asked, rubbing it.
"Your eye!" Another woman gasped. "Why your sister is mauled by a discusting mutt, and all you can think about is yourself!"
"You deserve that for all you're worth." Berta said angrily. "Too bad it wasn't you who was ripped to shreds, then maybe we could have got some work done around here."
Tymber yawned. She was so tired and her head hurt that she couldn't think properly. "Well, I suppose if you call what she does 'work.' "
"Why you little bitch!" Berta screamed. "How can you look so much like your mother when you act nothing like her at all?! Nothing! Go right this minute and scrub down every inch of Neolyn's new mount."
"Mount?" Tymber asked.
"That's right! She found her spirit bond first, and she got the prize! That horse is The Red's foal, bred last spring. Still young, and full of heart, and suitable for a leader. Not a little beggar brat like you!" Berta screamed, exasperrated. "When your sister wakes up, you will tend to her every need. And the needs of Cerber."
"Cerber?" Tymber inquired.
"Oh, for the Gods' sakes, will you stop asking questions?!" Berta yelled. "Neolyn's spirit bond, the mountain lion!"
As if for effect, the large cat prowled through the open tent door. It was the first time Tymber noticed Staar beside her. His lips curled up and he started to growl. Cerber crouched low and his ears went back as he hissed. He slunk over to where Neolyn lay.
"Get out! Now!"
Tymber pulled her hand away from her eye and propped her body up. The women all watched her as she left the tent and Neolyn opened her eyes and smiled wickedly at her.
The horse was tied to a tree outside. He was still tacked. Tymber wondered how long he'd been left in such a state. She felt the wet under the leather and decided it was time to give him a cool rinse. Staar quietly followed her in mock anticipation for what was to come. They came to the creek in the forest where the the horses were commonly brought over to drink and rest. It was bare, and probably unused for some time, as horses were a rarity among the tribe. No one there had fair training experience, and the horses were often terrible behaved. When they got too saucy for anyone to handle, they were sometimes sold to passing travelers or otherwise beaten, slaughtered, or tied to starve; for punishment. Tymber wondered how this horse had made it so far. Already over a year old. Not a gelding either. He must be a calm one. He wickered as she pulled off his tack.
What do we do with him now? Staar asked.
"We let him drink and cool off." Tymber answered.
Why?
"He's thirsty and terribly overheated." Tymber replied. She noticed Staar kept quiet, but seemed dissappointed that he'd now have to work for his dinner.
You forgot something. Staar said.
"Did I?"
Yes. The bark that the old one gave you.
"Oh my, Presta's note! And here I'd forgotten all about it.." She pulled the bark out of her pocket and looked at the blotched ink. Pushing her blonde hair back, she made out the words.
She was the only woman in the tribe who knew how to read. Her friend Race had insisted that she learn. She missed Race. She remembered when the Elders decided it was time for him to leave. Nobody knew why. Maybe he'll come back one day. I can show him how well I read now. Tymber thought.
It was difficult to read the ink because it had spread and was smudged because it didn't have time to dry. She read it aloud:

"For the next week, Tymber Infer will get Neolyn Infer's share of food. She will rest and Neolyn will take over all of Tymber's chores. Tymber will be given the stallion, and will participate in her schooling on the after morrow."

Tymber could barely believe her eyes. "He's mine!" She said, "And I start schooling the day after tomorrow! That's before all of the other girls! I wonder why they would put me in class before the other girls." Tymber wondered a moment. "I'll be in class alone? Wait. Hmm that's odd."
She gives you this beast? It is very kind of her. Staar said.
"But how do I thank her?" Tymber asked. "We are not able to go to her unless she calls for us."
Who cares for her? Staar asked.
"Her granddaughter. I suppose I can get her to thank Elder Presta."
Give her a gift. A fine deer or elk, maybe. Staar suggested.
Tymber laughed. "That may be your gift. I'm going to give her something even more special."
More special than food? Food is for living. Nothing is more special than life. Staar countered.
"True, but tis an odd gift for me to give her. Not so odd for a wolf, mind you. Remember that these classes I will be taking are for your sake as well. She deserves a gift from you." Tymber replied.
You are right. Staar said. I will give her the good gift, and you may do as you choose.
Tymber laughed. "Alright." she said. "But right now, I have to clean up my horse."
When she cleaned the stallion appropriatly, she took him back to the village and decided that she would clean his tack so he gleamed when she told everyone that he belonged to her. Then, after telling Berta that Neolyn was to do her chores, Tymber would go and find a gift for Presta.
Tymber grabbed one of the rags that was hanging on the line beside her tent. She dipped it in the soapy water bucket a ways away, wrung out the rag, and then polished the tack until it shined. Neolyn had made an awful mess of it.
"Tymber!" Berta called for her. "Where have you been! It is past dinner and we needed you to peel the potatoes. Neolyn had to use her hurt arm peeling away at all of those things. You put her through torture on purpose!"
"I have been cleaning my horse, like you said." Tymber said, slyly adding the "my." Oh Berta would be raging!
"What do you mean your horse! Oh, never mind, you're obviously just jealous. Now get in the tent and tend to your sister. She's running a fever. Your stupid bond probably gave her some disease."
"I don't have to do anything for that brat. Presta gave me a note." Tymber said happily.
"Note! Why a foraged note, no doubt! You have an awful imagination, girl." Berta critisized.
"I do not lie! See for yourself!" Tymber handed Berta the bark. She watched Berta's face sag.
"This can't be real." she said.
"But you wouldn't risk it, would you? You know how angry Elder Presta would be if you disobeyed her." Tymber said.
"Fine. But I will speak to the grandchild about this, you hear! I will know if you lie to me, and if you do, then you will pay! I'll give you another round of the belt."
Tymber winced at the thought of the leather strap coming down on her bare skin. "Yes caretaker." Tymber said through her teeth. She looked down at Staar. He was concentrating on a butterfly that flew around his nose. "Come on Staar. I need to find a gift for Presta."
Fine, but then we will get my gift, Staar replied.