The woods

IV

Wilbur's POV

The boy named Tommy and I have been walking and talking for I do not know for how long. The sun is about to set though, and I find there is no reason for me to die now with this boy.

"We need food." I tell him gesturing to the woods on the left.

"I have not eaten in days, nor do I have food." Tommy replies. I tilt my head in confusion,

"Why not go hunt then, do you not have the weapons?" I asks him. Surely this boy knows how to hunt if he has been living in the woods for so long.

"No I do not have weapons, I am not a good hunter either. I only to catch field mice and rabbits." Tommy says, while making a cage with his hands.

I shake my head and Tommy tilts his head.

"There are two of us, meaning we are able to catch bigger game. We just have to jump from the trees or hide in a bush and wait for prey to come to us." I inform him. Tommy has a flash of realization and Aw at the idea.

"I haven't thought of that." He replies.

"There is much you haven't thought of." I state. Tommy looks at me with dramatic pain in his eyes and a hurt look on his face.

"You have offended me good sir.... Your right of course." Tommy jokes, reassuring me that his hurt expression was just exaggerated.

We all share a laugh and then there is silence. My mind trails to hunting, now that I have worked up quite a appetite. If we could find a source of water that would be much more helpful. Water always has animals around it, needing to drink. If we aren't lucky to find a body of water there is always just finding prey in the woods.

I glance at Tommy trying to think of any ideas. Then I see his wings. That would be much more helpful, not only to have a birds eye view but he could swoop down like an owl and grab prey. Oh how things will go much quicker.

"Go fly and find an animal. Once you do swoop down and grab it and fly back here and I'll kill It so we can eat." I command Tommy but he just stands their and doesn't move.

"Go now so we may have food before sunset." I say desperately trying to shoo Tommy. He just stands their and stretched out his wings. Good he'll go and I can stay here to make a fire and a throwing stick.

Tommy flaps his wings quickly and jumps. What is he doing? He can fly can't he? Tommy continues to flap his wings incoherently and continues jumping.

Tommy let's out a wail and turns toward me flustered.

"I can't fly!" He exclaims. I feel my hope dwindle. Hunting would have been so much easier!

"Aren't you an elf can't you just connect to the earth and track the animals." Tommy asks me, coming with another solution. I look to the ground embarrassed. I cannot use my gift either, I was trapped here from such a young age I never got the chance.

"No. I can't use my gift either." I admit to Tommy. He simply sighs.

"I suppose we will have to hide in trees and bushes like you suggested." Tommy declares. I nod sorrowfully. This was going to take a while and with the night slowly approaching it is going to get hard to see.

We both set off and Tommy settled himself in a tree, says he will test his "swooping" when he sees an animal. I myself have settled for a large bush around a small clearing.

Hours go by and I have seen no animals or word from Tommy. I wouldn't need any word from him anyway. He is so loud it would be very easy to tell if he caught something.

I feel the cold night air rush in and the moon takes the place of the sun. Thankfully it is full so it was easier to see then if it was any other moon. Then a twig snaps behind me and I swivel my head, careful not to make any sound. With straining eyes I see a wild pig snorting it's way along the dirt. It slowly makes it's way to my right and my legs tense ready for the pounce. The pig comes ever closer to my bush, the smell of berries masking my scent.

I must jump before he comes to smell my scent. So I wait for him to be a foot in length away from me. He carefully comes closer to the bush and hesitates. I hold my breath praying he doesn't smell me, but the hog looks around and takes another step forward. I jump out of the bush on the the pig, pinning it to the ground.

It squeals and thrashes around in my grip though I hold it tightly. I need both of my hands simply for keeping this pig still. I need Tommy to kill it.

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