In the morning, before the sun rose, the Werewolf quietly left the cottage, afraid of waking me up who was still in a deep sleep.
The outside world was still immersed in a serene darkness, with only a few stars twinkling faintly on the horizon.
He strode forward with agile and light steps, quickly blending into the embrace of the forest.
A thin layer of mist filled the forest. The dew had dampened the grass and leaves on the ground, and every step he took made a soft rustling sound.
Relying on his familiarity with this forest, the Werewolf accurately avoided the thorns and traps hidden in the dark.
He walked along a winding path. The tall and dense trees on both sides of the path intertwined their branches and leaves, forming a natural green archway.
The air was filled with the moist smell of the earth and the fragrance of grass and trees. The Werewolf took a deep breath, letting the fresh scent fill his lungs.
His eyes were sharp and focused as he constantly searched through the grass and the woods, not missing any corner where there might be precious herbs.
He carefully examined each leaf and every stem. Based on his years of experience in the forest, he judged which plants might have the efficacy to treat wounds.
In a secluded valley, the Werewolf finally found what he was looking for. It was a rare herb with dark - green leaves that had serrated edges, and there were still glistening dewdrops hanging on them, twinkling in the faint morning light.
There were some thorny bushes growing around the herb. The Werewolf carefully avoided those thorns and slowly approached.
He stepped forward excitedly, his eyes full of eagerness and expectation. But his movements were extremely gentle, for fear of damaging this hard - to - find herb.
He first gently pushed aside the surrounding weeds, then carefully touched the root of the herb with his fingers to feel its growth condition.
After determining the place to pick, the Werewolf took out the small knife he carried with him and carefully cut the herb. His movements were both accurate and cautious, ensuring that he didn't damage the root of the herb so that it could continue to grow.
When he returned with a full harvest, his body was covered with dew and leaves. His hair was wet and stuck to his scalp, and his clothes were soaked with dew, making them seem a bit heavy.
However, the herb tightly held in his hand brought a relieved smile to his face. The smile was full of hope and expectation, as if these herbs were the panacea that could cure everything.
After returning to the cottage, the Werewolf gently sat beside me and began to carefully treat my wound.
His movements were even gentler than before, as if I were a fragile and peerless treasure. He first carefully untied the previously wrapped cloth strip, with every movement extremely slow for fear of hurting me.
His eyes were focused and serious as he carefully observed the changes in the wound.
Seeing that the swelling around the wound had slightly subsided, a flicker of imperceptible joy flashed across his eyes.
Then, he fetched some clear stream water in a small bamboo tube and gently washed the wound. Every drop of water that fell on the wound felt like a gentle caress.
Next, the Werewolf carefully mashed the newly - picked herb. He placed the herb on a flat stone and slowly ground it with another stone until the herb turned into a fine paste.
He applied this pasty herb on the wound. The cool feeling made me can't help but tremble slightly.
His fingers gently pressed the herb to ensure that it evenly covered the wound.
Then, he picked up a clean cloth strip and began to re - bandage the wound. His movements were skillful and gentle, and every knot was tied just right, neither too tight to make me uncomfortable nor too loose to let the herb fall off.
During the day, the sun gradually penetrated the clouds and shone on the earth. The golden rays of sunlight shone through the cracks in the cottage and fell on us.
The Werewolf took me out of the cottage to let me breathe the fresh air. The outside world was full of vitality. The birds were singing merrily on the branches, and their songs were clear and pleasant, as if telling the beauty of nature.
The gentle breeze brushed across my face, bringing the fragrance of flowers and grass. The fragrance was fresh and pleasant, making people feel relaxed and happy. The Werewolf supported me and walked step by step. His hands were big and strong, giving me an extremely solid sense of reliance.
We walked along a path covered with fallen leaves, and the leaves under our feet made a rustling sound.
The sunlight passed through the gaps in the leaves, forming golden spots on the ground.
The Werewolf took me to a clear brook. The water in the brook was gurgling, and the surface of the water was glistening with the golden sunlight.
The water in the brook was so clear that one could see the sand and stones at the bottom and the swimming small fish. There were some flower petals and fallen leaves floating on the water surface, slowly flowing along with the stream.
He let me sit on a big rock by the brook, and he himself squatted beside me, quietly looking at me. His eyes were full of concern and tenderness, as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun and the gentle caress of the breeze, listening to the gurgling sound of the stream and the singing of the birds, and gradually my mood relaxed.
Today, the Werewolf took me to a sea of flowers in the forest. It was a dreamy place, as if nature had poured all its colors here.
The colorful flowers were swaying in the gentle breeze, like performing a graceful dance. The red ones were like fire, passionate and unrestrained; the pink ones were like rosy clouds, gentle and romantic; the white ones were like snow, pure and flawless; the purple ones were like dreams, mysterious and charming.
The sea of flowers was filled with a rich floral fragrance, which was a mixture of the scents of various flowers, making people intoxicated. Bees were busily shuttling among the flowers, collecting pollen; butterflies were fluttering among the flowers, showing off their beautiful wings.
The Werewolf shuttled through the sea of flowers, and his figure looked extremely vigorous. His steps were light as he avoided the delicate flowers for fear of stepping on them. His eyes were full of appreciation and awe, showing great respect for this masterpiece of nature.
He carefully picked a delicate flower. The petals of the flower were tender, and the stamen was golden, emitting a charming fragrance. He walked up to me, gently inserted the flower into my hair, and then looked at me, showing a simple and honest smile.
His smile was full of innocence and joy. As if at this moment, the whole world had become extremely beautiful. I felt his gaze, and a warm current welled up in my heart. It was a feeling of being cared for and cherished, making me feel extremely happy.
After returning to the cottage, the Werewolf began to prepare food for me. He skillfully started a fire and built a simple grill with stones. Then, he took out a wild animal he had caught today from the corner. It was a plump hare.
He used a sharp knife to clean the hare. He made several cuts on the hare's body and sprinkled some spices he had collected from the forest. Then, he put the hare on the fire to roast.
He constantly turned the hare over to ensure it was evenly cooked. The tongues of fire licked at the hare, and the fat dripping from it onto the fire made a sizzling sound, giving off an enticing aroma.
Before long, the hare was roasted to a golden crisp. Its outer skin was fragrant and charred, while the inside remained tender and juicy. The Werewolf handed me the roasted game and watched me eat with gusto. There was a look of contentment in his eyes.
He sat beside me, quietly watching me. Occasionally, he would hand me a glass of water or wipe the grease from the corner of my mouth. Under his gaze, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace and warmth.
As night fell, the stars dotted the sky. The Werewolf built a bonfire outside the small cabin, and the dancing flames illuminated our faces. We sat by the bonfire, quietly savoring this peaceful moment.
He began to tell me stories about the forest, legends of mysterious caves, ancient trees, and wonderful creatures. His voice was deep and magnetic, as if it carried a mysterious power that drew me into a world full of fantasy.
He talked about a cave hidden deep in the forest. It was said that there were endless treasures hidden there, but there was also a mysterious force guarding them. He described the strange sights inside the cave, the twinkling gemstones and the ancient murals.
He also told me about an ancient tree. It was said that it had witnessed the changes in the forest and carried countless memories and stories.
On this day, I deeply felt the Werewolf's kindness and care. With his actions, he made me find a glimmer of warmth and comfort in this strange and dangerous forest. I knew that as long as he was by my side, I would no longer be afraid...
