Behind The Woods

In this tall dark forest, I stand waiting in the centre. Waiting for him.
The dark mist forest reeks of raw hunger as the wind roars, thirsty for a feast and at the strike of noon under the blood sun sounds a howl.
He is here.
I steady myself, my orange armour clings to my body, a shield in my left hand and a sword in my right ready to end this ongoing battle. I take my stance as he finally reveals himself between the trees: a direwolf twice my size with fur dark as night and eyes yellow like the moon stares at me, stares at my soul. But I'm not moved.
Three steps he takes to charge towards me violently. I thrust my sword and shield up prepared.
Unexpectedly the direwolf switches to his left.
"Damn it, he's circling me, boxing me closer and closer." I refuse to blink lest I take my eyes off him.
The wind demands action, blowing dust into the open grass field as I blink. The wolf takes advantage and makes a jump on me. Smart.
But I'm smarter.
Quickly I swing hard.
"A hit." The wolf falls back, stunned but quickly recovers and charges again. Harder.
It dodges swing after swing.
How long have we been at this? I've lost count. Cuts and bruises from his claws, tail and teeth stamp me but the direwolf also shares the same fate. We each jump back to recoup, eyes never leaving one another, teeth to sword stained red.
The wind hushes itself, the silence could cut. We both know this is it, only one of us will make it. I thrust my sword into the air one more time, sure the rising atmosphere from the tension has nothing with the blood sun
"And it will be me!!" I scream and run straight aiming for its eye.
My eyes close and my sword digs deep as my screams end. I look at my hands, at the sword, at the space in front of me.
The wolf is gone.
"No!" I twirl.
A wrong move.
I feel my legs give way to the ground before I shout in pain. I can hear myself curse at the direwolf right in front of me, his claw gistering red as my back hits the grassy grounds hard.
"I've been hit?" I glance down to see my armoured leg dripping red.
"I will die, won't I? I will lose, won't I? I've fai–No! I still have my last card.
I stiffen a cry as he bites into my wounded leg, dragging me to God knows where.
The blood sun stings my eyes.
I muster what strength is left, suck in a deep breath and scream so loud my throat burns.
I wince at my fallen leg as the wolf observes the dark forest. Even the wind does the same being quiet and for a moment nothing but my voice echoes in the open grass field, then a deafening silence rings my ears.
The direwolf suddenly looks down at me annoyed at my empty outburst. He bends his head ready to pick my leg again when a flock of birds suddenly fill the skies.
"Wha–"
THUD! THUD!
Thunders the air and earth. The wolf looks behind as the sound grows louder and louder with dust rising to the sky and the trees shaking terribly.
Something approaches us.
All of a sudden the trees at the field's edge part ways to reveal a black giant as tall as the trees themselves.
The direwolf quells in fear, our eyes unable to leave the horrific giant with red beaded eyes shining back. Its long vine-like limbs sway back and forth.
A branch pokes my back but I don't care, not when I'm laughing at the fidgeting direwolf.
The direwolf's howl dies out as the giant stops by our feet. It lets out a low groan, torso lowers for its hands to reach the wolf.
And to reach me?
"Leave me alon–"

"Off we go Jac-Jac".
A woman says while picking up a Saint Bernard. She looks down at a three-year-old boy laying on the carpet grass and drops the dog beside her.
"And look who I've found. Haha, come you."
Dropping a dirty plate and fork, he jumps to his mother's stretched out arms.
Her green gown flows with the wind as they walk in an open field with more hedges and flowers than trees on a warm Sunday afternoon.
"Adesuwa! Just look at how dirty you are, this boy, crying so loud for the whole park to hear and believe I'm a neglectful mother," her voice quiet as other parents pass them.
Soon they reach a block bench and settle down with her son on her lap and Jac-Jac by her leg.
"Didn't we talk about stop playing rough play–stay still Adesuwa." Her hands swipe to clean off his dirt-stained peach hoodie and jeans.
Birds chirping, children giggling and music playing, she soon realises her son is quiet, too quiet. She looks at him staring down at something, her eyes follow to see the dog, also staring back.
"Okay, you two need to tell me what happened."