When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a crude hut built with branches and leaves.
There was a thick layer of dry grass beneath me, emitting a faint natural fragrance that added a touch of warmth to this simple environment.
My wound was carefully bandaged, and a delicate aroma of herbal medicine lingered around my nose. I tried to sit up but felt dizzy, and the scene in front of me seemed to be swaying, making me feel as if the world was spinning.
At this time, a tall figure walked in. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and dappled on him, outlining his strong silhouette.
He was the werewolf who had saved me. His figure appeared particularly mysterious and majestic in the play of light and shadow.
There was concern and worry in his eyes. His gaze was deep and intense, as if he could see through every bit of fear and unease in my heart.
He strode towards me with steady and powerful steps, each step carrying a firm strength.
He held a bowl of steaming soup in his hand and came to my side. The bowl was simply carved from rough wood, with some rough edges still remaining.
The soup was steaming, and the rising steam blurred his face, but made his eyes look even more gentle. He gently helped me up, his movements as delicate as if he were handling a precious treasure.
His arm muscles were tense, but they became incredibly gentle the moment they touched me.
I looked at the bowl of soup and a hesitation welled up in my heart. The soup was dark in color and emitted a strange and unfamiliar smell.
But when I looked up and saw the werewolf's expectant and encouraging eyes, I still mustered up the courage and took the bowl of soup.
The first sip of the soup tasted strange, with a hint of bitterness and spiciness, different from any food I had ever tasted before.
But as the soup slid down my throat, I could feel a warm current spreading in my body, and an indescribable sense of warmth and comfort gradually permeated my whole being.
I could feel the warmth and care contained in it. It seemed that this was not just a bowl of soup, but his full - fledged affection for me.
The werewolf watched me finish the soup, and his previously tense expression seemed to relax. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, showing an almost imperceptible smile, which carried a hint of relief and satisfaction.
On this day, the werewolf took care of me all the time. In the early morning, as soon as the first ray of sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and shone into the hut, he had quietly got up and started to prepare for my new - day care.
He carefully untied the old bandage, his eyes focused and serious, as if he were performing an extremely sacred ceremony. Although his fingers were thick, he was extremely gentle when dealing with the wound, for fear of hurting me.
The new herbal medicine gave off a fresh aroma. He carefully applied it to my wound and then re - bandaged it with a clean cloth strip. Every movement was so meticulous that my heart was filled with gratitude.
In addition to changing the herbal medicine, he also prepared fresh wild fruits for me. Those wild fruits were colorful. Some were round and plump, as crystal - clear as rubies; some were small and delicate, as translucent as emeralds.
He washed the wild fruits and placed them on a large leaf and brought them to me. The aroma of the wild fruits filled the air, making my mouth water.
His eyes were always full of concern, like a warm beam of sunlight constantly shining on me.
Whenever I frowned slightly because of the pain in my wound, he would cast a worried look at me and then gently stroke my forehead with his rough big hand, as if giving me strength and courage.
At noon, the sun was hot and glaring. The werewolf fanned the wind for me with a huge leaf, bringing a bit of coolness. His movements were a bit clumsy, but the thought behind them made me feel extremely cool.
While fanning the wind, he softly hummed an unknown ballad. The melody was simple but melodious, as if it could soothe the restlessness in my heart.
In the afternoon, when I felt tired and wanted to rest, he would gently cover me with a thin blanket. Although the blanket was rough, it carried his body heat, allowing me to fall asleep in a quiet and comfortable environment.
He would sit beside me and quietly guard me until I fell into a dream.
In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the hut golden, like a warm painting.
The werewolf sat beside me and quietly guarded me. His figure appeared extremely tall and reliable in the afterglow. He began to tell me his story, and there was a deep sense of memory and emotion in his eyes.
He told me that he was a werewolf and had grown up in this forest since childhood. He was born on a night.
His parents were kind and brave forest guardians. However, when he was still in swaddling clothes, a sudden forest fire swept through.
The fire was fierce and mercilessly devoured everything. His parents bravely rushed into the sea of fire to protect other creatures in the forest but never came back.
At that time, he was just a crying infant in the billowing smoke and blazing fire. Just when he was about to be swallowed by the fire, this pack of wolves appeared.
They found him with their sensitive sense of smell. The she - wolf nursed him, and the male wolves looked for food and water for him. They took care of him as if he were their own child and accompanied him through one difficult day after another.
During his growth process, the wolf pack taught him many survival skills.
He learned from his wolf brothers how to track prey, how to identify directions in the forest, and how to use the natural environment to avoid danger.
He remembered the nervousness and excitement when he first followed the wolf pack on a hunt. He watched as his wolf brothers cooperated tacitly and finally successfully captured a fat wild beast. At that moment, he felt the joy and power of survival.
He also once huddled in a cave with the wolf pack on a cold winter night, cuddling with each other for warmth. He could feel the wolves' body temperature and heartbeat, and that close connection made him no longer feel lonely and cold.
He also remembered that once he accidentally fell into a deep pit, and it was his wolf brothers who pulled him out with branches and vines.
As he grew older, he gradually understood the special bond between him and the wolf pack. They were not only interdependent partners but also an inseparable family. He learned the wolves' language and could communicate his inner thoughts and feelings with them.
However, life in the forest was not always smooth sailing.
Once, a group of greedy hunters broke into their territory.
They carried sharp bows and arrows and fierce hounds and wantonly hunted the animals in the forest. The werewolf led the wolf pack to fight a fierce battle with the hunters.
In the battle, he saw his wolf brothers get injured and fall, but they never retreated. Eventually, they successfully drove the hunters away and defended their home.
He said that he had lived alone in the forest for a long time and learned to get along with nature and communicate with the wolf pack.
He was familiar with every path, every tree, and every water source here. He had also come across people like me who got lost in the forest, but most of them didn't survive.
He looked into my eyes and said earnestly that I shouldn't be afraid of these wolves. Although they looked fierce on the outside, they had their own tenderness and rules deep inside.
As long as I didn't provoke them actively, they wouldn't harm me.
At night, the moonlight spilled into the hut like water.
The werewolf would light a bonfire in the corner of the hut. The dancing flames illuminated his face, making his features more distinct. He would check on me from time to time to make sure I was all right.
Everything he did and every look in his eyes that day made me feel extremely at ease.
In this strange and dangerous forest, he was like a solid fortress, shielding me from the wind and rain and bringing me a glimmer of comfort amidst the pain and fear.
However, my heart was still filled with confusion about the future and fear of the unknown.
I didn't know when my injuries would heal, nor did I know how many difficulties and obstacles were waiting for me ahead.
But whenever I saw the werewolf's firm and warm gaze, I told myself that I must be strong and brave enough to face everything.
