"Gwah!!!" The noise scared me, almost dashing me to the wall. I had to be looking around to see where it came from, but I couldn't trace it.
I had just walked out of the house. As usual, the breeze that blew from the external adamant wind was too much for me to endure. Whenever it was that stormy, I would have to close the partially tight window behind me.
It was getting darker. The wind suddenly stopped blowing, giving a chance for an unannounced calm. I didn't notice at first, until I took my hands off her ears, and remained outside.
Arleta wasn't a place to live without being hyperactive. The nearby snowy mountains were numerous, though the forests covered most part of that land. It was often haunted by the snarling wolves, who paid visits and always were on a mission.
My eyes cleared off. My nose began to disturb me, and I released a sneeze. I didn't know if going back in was the right option.
Suddenly, I heard a sound. It echoed above me, but there was no high place, which was as close to me as my local bedroom, so I thought it came from the mountains.
"Who's there?" I managed to ask, my voice light and cool. I didn't want to react, but my mind was unruffled by the climatic change and the sound.
No response came.
I locked my window from outside, slid down the soft sheet I usually secure the room with, and I was ready to enter any time.
In a twinkling of an eye, I was kicked away from the spot. I felt the hands that flung me like a piece of paper, so I looked around. I couldn't trace my house anymore.
I heard a voice.
"Who did I touch just now?" His voice rang a bell in my ears, loudly and deeply. I felt his touch again, this time, around my shoulders and reaching the chest.
"Argh!" I exclaimed, my chest beating uncontrollably. My eyes grew larger than before, almost leaving my eyebrows unseen. I couldn't even point to a path, as the entire place got darker and darker.
"Just come close." The voice re-echoed, tracing me backwards. It happened that the man's hands were larger than a normal human's hands, so that he could easily bounce me away from my house.
"I can't see anything..." I managed to complain, my hands standing firm by my thighs. I began to feel colder than the weather. I nearly froze.
I moved closer, and could see him. He was tall, blue eyed, muscular, plumpy, hairy and very handsome. I didn't know which kingdom he had come from, but what surprised me was that he wasn't a giant. My eyes weren't interested in being turned away from him.
"You?" He asked, his eyes blinking from side to side and casting a glaring display of his handsomeness. I was attracted to him immediately.
"From where?" I asked him back, shunning his own question.
"I live in Arleta here..." he responded, laying his right hand on my shoulder. I felt that same weight and I knew he was so strong, but wasn't a giant. He returned, "and, you?"
"Same." I reciprocated.
"Why are you staying alone?" He questioned me, shrugging with his long and weighty hands.
"I don't have any one to converse with, and again," I revealed, my voice spelling clear pity. "I cannot go to the mountains, as well."
"The mountains are safe, my dear." He explained, his voice suddenly widened like the increase of a sound volume. "I play there all the time with my friends..."
With my face turned to him very closely, I interrupted him. "Who are those friends?"
"My pack members." He said.