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He had the classic Neanderthal features--a heavy brow, sloping forehead, large nose and presumably a receding chin, though that last was hidden under his beard. The hair in general did a good job of masking the less gracile facial features. Despite his height he had an almost squat appearance, powerfully built with short legs and forearms. Something about Neanderthal adaptations to cold flitted through my brain--one of those stray bits of academia you study so hard that it never quite leaves.
"You come with us," he said.
His voice was gruff, almost a growl, and he spoke with the slightly halting inflection of someone whose first language wasn't English. When he spoke again, I thought it was a word in his native language--a barked command to the others. Then I realized it really was a bark, two quick guttural sounds with an inflection like speech.
The other two elders clearly understood, grunting and nodding. The younger one paid no attention. The Alpha turned his gaze on him and said what sounded like "Eli." The youngster grunted grudging agreement.
The Alpha crouched, then Changed back to beast with a speed and ease that left me sighing with envy. I guess a long and torturous transformation is the price we pay for Changing more completely between human and wolf form.
When the Alpha finished, I looked at him with fresh eyes and realized that what I'd mistaken for bearlike features were really human--his bulk, the longer fur, the rounded head, the ease with which he stood and walked on two legs. They didn't change into a wolf-bear hybrid, but a wolf-human one.
One of the elders nudged my flank hard, telling me to get moving. I set out behind the Alpha.
RESPECT
AS I LIMPED along, surrounded on all sides, I was struck by the stillness of the forest. When I ran as a wolf, I was accustomed to smaller creatures giving way, particularly if I was making no attempt to run quietly. Beyond that pocket of empty space, though, I could always hear, smell and sometimes see life deep in the forest. With the beasts, the dead zone seemed to extend as far as smell or sound could penetrate. It was as if every creature heard those thundering paws, screamed, "Oh, shit!" and scrambled for higher ground.
As a wolf, I was like the jackals in the African savannah--prey avoided me and predators paid me heed. These beasts were the lions--everything great and small cleared out when they came running.
The Alpha led us toward one of the small mountains dotting the wilderness. At first he cut a trail through unbroken snow, but deeper into the forest, we turned onto a well-traveled path that led through trees so dense we had to duck under branches. We reached snow-barren rock and began to climb. Finally, the Alpha disappeared behind what seemed like a solid stone wall. I followed and found the concealed entrance of a cave.
Almost no light penetrated the interior. Even my good night vision was useless. When I paused, though, the beast behind me gave me a nudge and grunted, as if exasperated by my ineptitude.
I followed the wall for a few feet, then sat on my haunches. My eyes had just begun to adjust when the thwick of a struck match made me jump. A kerosene lamp hissed. Light flared. I blinked and saw the figure of the Alpha holding the lantern. He was dressed now, in jeans and a flannel shirt. His thickly haired feet were bare, the cave floor covered in dried strawlike reeds.
Behind the Alpha was one of the elders, also Changed and dressed, lighting a fire. I couldn't see the third, but the youngest was off to my left, buttoning his shirt. He wasn't any older than Noah, which I supposed explained his hormone-fueled reaction earlier. He was more slender than the others, with light brown hair to his shoulders, his cheeks still smooth.
Looking over, the young one grunted and waved toward me. The Alpha grunted back. There was nothing overtly primitive about their communication--it sounded like a couple of guys who weren't much given to conversation, making do with gestures and noises instead, the younger one clearly pointing out that I was still in wolf form and the older saying, "Yes, I know."
The Alpha lit a second lantern, then turned to me. "Shift to human."
While that would certainly aid communication, right now, I was happy to keep my warm fur and sharp teeth.
When I made no move to start my Change, he said, "We would like you to shift to human."
He enunciated carefully, as one unaccustomed to such complete and formal communication, but wanting to accommodate a guest from a culture that valued such things. And that was how I think they were trying to treat me--as a guest. A captive guest to be sure, but they hadn't made any threatening moves. They weren't even blocking the exit, though I suspected if I bolted outside, I'd soon discover where the third elder had gone. Yet they seemed anxious to maintain the appearance of civility, and it seemed wise to go along with it for now.
"Over there." The Alpha pointed to the corner. "It is dark enough."
The young one--Eli--tried to follow me. A growl from the Alpha stopped him.
"I'm just going over here," he said, his speech surprisingly normal, like that of a second-generation immigrant. "To watch her."
The elder tending the fire chuckled and Eli blushed.
"To guard her, I mean," he said.
"Sit," the Alpha growled.
"Clothing?" the other elder said.
The Alpha grunted and nodded, then waved Eli toward a rough-hewn chest. I waited while Eli dropped clothes near me. When he'd retreated, I began my Change. Once finished, I pulled on the shirt and buttoned it, reached for pants... and found none. The shirt fell to my knees, though, and the reed-covered floor kept the cold from my feet.
When I stepped forward, the Alpha took one look at me and growled. "Eli..."
The boy only looked over, his face a study in wide-eyed innocence.
"Pants," the Alpha said.
