Pyrotechnics (Willow X Wilson) (A Don't Starve Fanfiction)

~5~

      For the rest of the day, Wilson couldn't help but wonder what caused the jagged wound that was hidden by Willow's shirt collar. He noted a few things about it in his mind, imagining what could cause such a nasty injury. He wanted to ask her, but his better judgment told him not to. It would be rude to ask a lady about a scar that she wanted to keep hidden from others. Instead, he studied it whenever the younger girl wasn't looking. It was an older scar, closed and reopened a few times. It had evidence of being cauterized, most likely not done by a medical professional. It was too messy to be done professionally.

     He followed his fellow survivors North, lost in his thoughts and looking at his feet as he walked. Willow stopped the group as they entered a large field, and Wilson looked up right before he ran into her.

     "Many flowers," Wolfgang commented. The strongman was right- there had to be hundreds of flowers in this stretch of land. Wilson instinctively reached for his copy of Culpeper's Herbal and began to look for blossoms he recognized. Willow watched, still holding Wendy's hand, as Wilson looked for remedies.

     "I see some coltsfoot and marigold in that direction," Willow remarked, pointing behind Wilson. He turned around and was met by two healthy clumps of useful plants. He plucked them, placing them in pockets of his satchel.

     "How did you know what I was looking for?" Wilson asked good-naturedly.

     "I have my own copy of the book. A bit moth-eaten, but it does the trick whenever the time arises." Willow said, presenting her own encyclopedia of medical plants. The cover had been torn and mended many times, but it was still holding together like a soldier with a battle wound. Even Willow's belongings have scars, Wilson thought.

     "I wonder if these flowers could heal the tear in my heart," Wendy said quietly, looking at the foliage that surrounded her feet.

     "Wolfgang think flowers mean good things happen," Wolfgang said, picking a lone daisy. He held it out towards Wendy, who took it with a shy smile. All of a sudden, the ground began to shake. "Nevermind! Flowers bad!"

     "What in the name of- what are those?" Willow yelled, pointing into the trees. Huge hounds were charging for them, baring their cruel fangs. Their eyes glowed white, much like Willow's. Willow swept Wendy into her arms and began to run, carrying the child away. Wilson watched in awe as the younger woman outran bloodthirsty dogs in heels. "Unless you want to be torn to shreds, I suggest you run!" Willow demanded, Wendy screaming in fear as she was taken to safety. Wilson leaped to his feet, running in the same direction as Willow was. He noticed that the strongman had climbed up a tree, clutching the branches for dear life. Wilson felt the beast's lukewarm breath on his legs, screaming as one bit him. He fell, kicking with all his strength. It was to no avail, as he was dragged backward in the dirt.

     "Freyr has sent me tö end yöu, föul beasts!" An unfamiliar female voice sang out. It had a strong Icelandic accent, and Wilson turned his head to see his possible savior. It was a ginger-haired girl with two long braids, a winged helmet, and a gold-tipped spear. Wolfgang, at the top of the tree, looked just as confused. Wilson felt relief as the hound began to chase the girl, her spear slashing at the hound's bloodied muzzles. Within minutes, each hound lay dead on the field. "Ӧi! Are yöu alive?" The female asked, and Wilson looked at her.

     "Thank you for saving me," Wilson said, attempting to sit up. "Wolfgang, come down- it's safe now." Wilson called, the strongman tumbling down the tree and landing on his butt once he reached the ground.

     "No more puppies?" Wolfgang asked, standing up and looking for more dogs.

     "Nö," The female answered. "My name is Wigfrid, Valkyrie öf Valhalla!" Wigfrid introduced, striking a dramatic pose.