The witch and the werewolf

Forest freaks.

They arrived in a forest after a day of following the glass river, the forest had trees much lower to the ground then the one in Turnchip, but they were wider and looked a bit like willow trees with their limping leaves.

The ground had big and small hills and the forest was quieter than the one in Turnchip, they didn't have a werewolf pack to protect its inhabitants, so it was no wonder as to why everything was afraid to speak.

Max placed the rucksack down and Corvus rushed past them, his limbs didn't ache like Max's did and he was very eager to explore the new area, sticking his snout under rocks and his talons stabbing into tree trunks to climb to the branches.

Max pressed their lips into a thin line, what if this place could have a protector, what if this was Corvus's?

Max shrugged, maybe.

"Max look!" Corvus yelled happily as he pointed to something in front of him in the tree branch, he had climbed onto.

Max looked up, there was a bird's nest, usually they were hidden in leaves very well, but this one was out in the open, it was empty, not a single feather sat in it.

"Huh." Max said. "That's cool-"

"I know right!" Corvus squealed.

Mac chuckled, a warm smile on their lips as they stood with a groan, they really wanted to lie down in a bed forever.

"You might want to come down now." Max suggested.

"What? Why?" Corvus asked, head whipping around to face Max,

"Cause you gotta go fishing at least once on a good camping trip." Max showed the fishing rod in their hands.

"You're gonna teach me how to fish?" Corvus asked, smiled widening.

"Why not." Max shrugged.

Corvus squealed in glee as he climbed down the tree and rushed to Max's side as they stabbed a piece of cheese onto the hook before they moved on to any of the actual bait they had brought.

Max showed Corvus a demonstration on how to swing a rod, with a powerful flick and a release of the string, passing the rod to Corvus, Max snorts at how big it is compared to him, his strength kept him standing.

"Now." Max begins. "you'll want to pull the handle on the reel and hold the string with the same finger, keeping it from going everywhere."

Corvus nodded and stuck out his tongue slightly, putting pressure on the string before he pulled the handle.

"Hold it." Max says and the boy complies. "Now pull it back and just swing it."

The boy does and with his inhuman strength, the hook flies almost across the hold river.

"Now be quick to tug the handle." Max said quickly and the boy did, the line stopped releasing the sting and whatever has been put out sinks with the space it has.

"Good job little wolf." Max smiled looking out at the weight that was attached to the string before it sunk.

Corvus's cheek flush red at the praise and he smiled, hands shaking around the rod, Max looks over and hummed with concern.

"Hey? You alright?" They ask as they kneel to the boy's height.

"Yeah." He says sheepishly. "Just excited." Max nodded and looked back to the water.

"Now, you want to make sure your finger is still on the string and focus on it, make sure you spin the handle once you feel a heavy tug on it." Max explained.

"Ok." Corvus's nodded, it's so exciting! He's fishing for the first time, and Max is by his side, with no pesky adults to interrupt them.

"Oh!" Corvus exclaimed as a powerful tug pushed his skin deeper into the fishing line.