The Cabin, the Woods, and the Wolf #watty2016

Chapter 3

I wake up shivering and I can't stop. I know I need help but I don't know where I am. A weight settles in by my side, opposite of the fire, distracts me from my train of thought.

The warmth radiating from the figure cause me to snuggle closer. The new scent too alluring to fight the call back to a gentle sleep. The last thing I hear is a sound like a purr.

I can't resist the pull of the darkness so I can not see what made the noise but I hope it will not hurt me.

I doze off and on as my body combats the fire raging from my time spent in the cold water. The weight is there sometimes and other times I hear a quick shifting of wood on wood before the door creaks.

A sense of harmony and security fill me when the weight is by me. When it's not there is an emptiness that drives me into a depression that sarabande me to just sleep.

The heat finally abate leaving me weak but able to wake from my long slumber. I am still with out clothes but the cabin seems once again empty.

The pot on the fire is full but with a slightly different aroma emanating from the concoction.

A person has been here tending to the place, watching over me but never touching me or administering medicine. It must have been their animal keeping me warm throughout my time spent in a delirious state.

There is a thud against the door startling and stirring me from my bed.

Just like before I wrapped a blanket of furs around my person and carefully made my way to the door. There on the snow cleared path lay a small lump of fur. I crouch down to inspect it better.

It's a fluffy rabbit, dead fluffy rabbit to be precise. It's like a cat showing off its kill but this is a bigger kill than a cat could do. Was this meant to feed me?

Some one had tended me provided food for me in the soup pot, which smelled different, was this continuing that trend?

I'm weakening. I pick up the rabbit and turn back inside, placing the meat by fire place while I check the soup. It consist of liquid and vegetables. It wasn't done, there was someone looking after me.

The rooms starts to darken at the edge of my vision. I have gone too long without food. I can't wait for the meat to cook so I grab a bowl from above the fire to fill with the broth and vegetables.

I'll clean and dice the rabbit when I finish eating.

Holding the bowl and ladling the liquid in is a hard job when combined with keeping myself covered is not easy. Clothes would be nice right now but even as I look around I see none not even my own.

I'll have to see what I can do with a fur or two before trying to tackle a knife and my coverings.

A scratch at the door stops me from sitting down to eat. I freeze as the sound comes again. Sounds heavier than a little rabbit or even a cat. The noise persist and I stand there unmoving.

I'm in the middle of who knows where and now there is who knows what at the door. Finally I don't know how I got here and who brought me or where the hell me clothes are.

Irritated by my fears I finally give up and open the door.

In front of me is a very black very furry dog creature. It's size is more comparable to that of a full grown bear.

A hazy memory comes to mind of a blurred figure approach me. I shake it off and focus back on the animal in the door way.