The witch and the werewolf

Hey, how have you been? We... we just killed a couple dudes.

The children didn't stop running through night and day, as the sun rested overhead and their inside threatened to boil them, they only stopped once they couldn't breathe and fell to the earthy floor gasping.

"Max!" Corvus yelped as the mage fell to the floor, heaving and gasping.

"C-Corvus!" Max tried, head spinning. "Y-you have to go-we-you have to warn your parents-th-the pack-it's coming for us!" They chocked and gasped on their own words, tongue twisting in their mouth.

"Not without you!" Corvus stated, he was panting but it was nowhere near as bad as Max's struggling to breath was, he ran back over to Max and grabbed their arm, tugging them up. "Now come on!" He demanded.

Max yelped as they stumbled after Corvus, arm in the werewolf's grasp they were pulled along the glass river.

A while later Max had demanded to stop, they seriously thought they were going to die.

The leaned against Corvus as they stood on shaking legs.

"I-I can't." They couldn't speak, couldn't breathe.

"It's alright." Corvus assured them as he sat them down and sat behind them, backs pressed together so Max could rest while their lungs hidden under ribs could stretch and try to inhale as much oxygen as they could.

Corvus dug elbow deep inside the rucksack in his lap and grabbed Max's canister, he passed it to the mage who gulped it down within seconds before coughing as the liquid travelled down the wrong pipe.

He patted Max's back as they hurled over, pumping a fist to their chest, before it covered their mouth as water sputtered out of it.

It took him a moment that through Max's heaving, through their coughing, through their jolting body, that they were trying not to vomit.

"Hey!" He said as he sat up rubbing Max's back gently. "Hey its ok." He assured them.

Max managed to look up at him through black eyelashes which tears were caught on. "Thanks-" They rolled onto their side, hands pressed into the earth, thighs sitting but squashed together.

They started convulsing.

They threw up bits of yellow, a clear liquid, a couple chunks of meat and small pieces of marshmallow.

Corvus scrunched his noise, it smelled horrible, but neither the less he moved forward to wrap his arms around Max's chest and hold them close.

"It's alright." He said. "You're going to be fine." He whispered.

"Thanks." Max said as they wiped bile of their face with the corner of their trench coat, tied around the waist. "But I think I'm going to have to lay off water for a while." They looked at the vomit in front of them, it was very much more watery and transparent then most.

"Yeah."Corvus agreed as he helped Max up, their body was boiling, they wereuncomfortable, but they stood.

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Max stumbled as they walked, it had been an hour or so and there had been no sign of werewolves, so as they leaned against Corvus, they were slow, they continued to pant and gasp for air, but it was less severe than what it had been.

Their mind was fuzzy, and their head felt heavy and light all at the same time, they barely batted an eye as dry grass begun to itch and scratch them, only turning off auto pilot when Corvus exclaimed.

They whipped their head down to the small child. "What! Are you alright?" They asked.

"Yeah, just-" Corvus kicked some grass away. "Forgot how annoying this grass is."