Wanderlust

Episode seven

That´s how the days continue to go. The witch would bring food for the wolf, sometimes more than on other days, and then sit there, for some hours, giving the beast company. He would write something in his book, or read but never really talk much. But that was okay. The wolf wanted to go quietly anyways. However, he´s grown a strange liking to the small person. It feels sorta calming to have them here. As if he isn´t alone anymore. He allowed the witch to sit closer and sometimes even touch him. Attempts were made, to inspect the wound further, but either the beast would push him away or they really didn´t understand much about treating wounds. They still would try their best and even managed to sanitize the gaping hole. The time for the beast has come closer. He doesn't really eat much, anymore, and mostly rests. So, on one day, the witch used their last regeneration potion, on the beast, while it was asleep. Their plan was to give the potion to the wolf, wait till it wakes and bring it somewhere where it will see some treatment. But when the wolf opened it´s  eyes, the person wasn´t there. Surely, they were just taking their time, hunting for some food. It wasn´t late anyways, so they could be here any minute. But as the sun sets, the wolf grows worried. For the past few days, the witch never missed a day. They spent their time always sitting here. Sure, the witch could miss for a day. Maybe they have good reasons for it, but there is this strange feeling within the beast. He gets up and walks into the direction, the witch would usually come from. The scent of the person is hard to follow, because it seems to go into every direction. But there is a slightly stronger trail of it, so he decides to follow it. After a while, he comes by a tree. He would´ve went past it, if there wasn´t a puddle of red, leaking from the stem. The tree seems to have an opening to it´s hollow inside, so he moves around it and looks inside. And there he finds them. Leaning against the inside wall, sitting in a puddle of their own blood, leaking from their eyes. Without hesitation, the wolf bites into the witch´s robes and swings them on his back. He runs as fast as he can, searching for someone or something that can help. It feels strange to worry over someone else. The wolf has never felt that anxious, about the fate of another creature before.