Maybelle was satisfied, so she left off with making the purchase.
"Look, hun, yer gonna have to fend fer yerself," she said, glancing back at the tavern. The usual midday crowd was coming in. She quickly reached into her pouch, took out some coin and gave it to the girl.
"Now ya best be goin', missy. I dunno how you lived, but good on ye," Maybelle waved and bustled toward her inn.
The she wolf stood, wondering what to do, not quite knowing, she turned away from the town and drifted into the forest. The songs of the birds seemed to fill the wood, guiding her onward on the path away from the town.
As she moved along she found deep claw marks in some of the trees. She pondered what creature could have been so cruel, leaving such fleshy wounds in the trunks, unknowing that it had been herself.
She moved deeper into the brush, straying just a tad from the path, following the snapped twigs and mussed leaves until finally, she came to what looked like a quagmire.
She cocked her head curiously, for there were strange things here...scraps of leather, beads, a half torn backpack...
...and something shiney sticking out of the mud.
She knealt carefully on a stone so as not to dirty her new dress, reached over its edge and took hold of the shiney thing. After a few tugs, she pulled it from the earth, an object thickly layered with clayish mud.
A twitch of the ear revealed the sound of a babbling brook, which she made her way to. Carefully, she dipped the thing in the water, the light filtering through a canopy of emerald to bathe her delicate fur in the light. She scrubbed at the thing with her paws, wondering what it could be.
When at last she lifted it from the water, she was still confused. The object had the shape of a boomerang, except it was all shiny metal, intricately carved with claw marks and wolf paws. At the center joint was a crescent moon, partially protruding from the metal sheath.
She touched the button.
Instantly she heard a twanging spring-snap, and she fell back on her rear, startled. Lo and behold, protruding from the inside edges of the boomerang were two slender, razor sharp blades.
The Glaive-Boomerang.
