One day, the Werewolf took me to climb a huge ancient tree. The trunk was so thick that it was like being embraced by several giants. The bark was rough and thick, covered with traces of time and moss.
We climbed up along the winding trunk. The Werewolf was in front, and his movements were agile and skillful. Every time he reached out to grab a branch, it seemed so effortless.
His fingers tightly clasped those rough branches, with his muscles tensed, showing great strength and coordination.
I followed behind him, with my heart full of both nervousness and anticipation.
Sometimes the branches would sway, making me can't help but let out a soft exclamation. But the Werewolf would always turn back in time and give me encouragement and reassurance with his firm eyes.
His eyes were deep and warm, as if saying, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."
I carefully reached out my hand and tried to grab those seemingly stable branches.
My palms were rubbed painfully by the bark, but I didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.
Occasionally, the branches under my feet would make a "creaking" sound, which instantly accelerated my heartbeat.
The Werewolf would occasionally reach out to pull me. His palm was broad and powerful, transmitting a firm strength to me.
With his help, I gradually got used to the rhythm of climbing. Although I was still extremely frightened, I could barely keep up with his pace.
Finally, we climbed onto a thick branch. This branch was wide enough for us to sit side by side, and it could bear our weight.
When I carefully sat down and looked around, I was instantly shocked by the beautiful scenery in front of me.
We overlooked the entire forest, which was extremely magnificent.
The lush trees stretched as far as the eye could see, like a green ocean. When the gentle breeze blew, the branches and leaves swayed gently, forming layers of green waves.
The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and shone on us, forming patches of light spots, like fragments dancing on our skin.
Some of those light spots were as big as discs, and some were as small as beans. They kept changing their shapes and positions as the leaves swayed.
They brought a warm feeling, making me seem to be in a dreamy world.
In the distance, the mountains undulated, and their outlines were particularly clear against the blue sky and white clouds.
Some of the mountain peaks soared into the clouds, with their summits covered with snow, like wearing white hats; some were round and gentle, covered with dense vegetation, presenting a vibrant scene.
From here, one could see a small stream winding through the forest. The stream glistened in the sunlight, and occasionally one could see small fish playing in the water.
The little fish wagged their tails and shuttled through the clear stream. Their scales reflected the sunlight, like little stars.
By the stream, there was a group of little deer drinking water. They had graceful postures and light movements, and they were vigilantly observing the surrounding movements.
There were also various animals shuttling through the forest. Birds were singing merrily on the branches. Their songs were clear and pleasant, intertwining into a wonderful symphony.
Squirrels were jumping among the branches. Their tails were fluffy and flexible, like small brooms.
Monkeys were climbing on the trees. Their agile figures flashed by in the forest.
The grassland in the forest was like a huge green carpet, dotted with colorful flowers.
Some of those flowers were delicate and charming, and some were simple and elegant, emitting bursts of charming fragrance. Butterflies were fluttering among the flowers. Their wings were colorful, like beautiful pictures.
In this quiet and beautiful moment, I felt the greatness and magic of nature, and I also had a deeper understanding and respect for the Werewolf's life.
I couldn't help but think of my life in the city, which was full of noise and busyness, forming a sharp contrast with the tranquility and nature here.
That night, when night fell, the sky was full of twinkling stars.
On the night sky like a black velvet, the stars were extremely bright, like countless jewels inlaid on it.
The inside of the small cottage was dim. Only the faint moonlight shone through the window, forming silver columns of light.
I couldn't fall asleep because of the pain from my wound. Every time I turned over, it would cause a sharp pain, making me frown tightly.
It seemed that there were countless little bugs gnawing at the wound. That pain went deep into the bone marrow, making me feel extremely tortured.
The Werewolf noticed my uneasiness. He gently walked to my side and sat on a stone beside the bed. His figure looked tall and steady in the moonlight, like a guarding statue.
He looked at my painful expression, and his eyes were full of concern and pity. His gaze was deep and gentle, as if he could see through the pain and helplessness in my heart.
Then, he slightly lowered his head and softly hummed an unknown ballad. The melody was initially very low, as if slowly flowing out from the depths of his heart.
His voice had a unique hoarseness and magnetism. It was an unpolished, pure voice, full of primitive power and emotion.
Although I couldn't understand the lyrics, the melody seemed to have a magical power. It was simple and melodious, like the whisper of the gentle breeze in the forest, and also like the gurgling sound of the small stream.
As he hummed, I could feel that his breath became steady and deep, as if he poured all his emotions into this ballad.
Each note was like a gentle hand, gently stroking my soul and soothing the restlessness and pain in my heart.
His voice echoed in the small cottage, blending with the tranquility of the night.
The melody gradually spread in the small cottage, filling every corner.
In the moonlight, the Werewolf's figure looked extremely gentle. His singing seemed to blend with the light and shine on me.
His expression was concentrated and dedicated, as if the whole world only consisted of this song and me.
My mood gradually calmed down, and the pain didn't seem so unbearable anymore.
I listened attentively to his singing, and my thoughts drifted with the melody.
I seemed to see the beautiful scenery in the forest, feel the gentle caress of the breeze, and hear the birds' chirping.
I saw the blooming flowers in spring, the lush trees in summer, the golden fallen leaves in autumn, and the white snow in winter.
In his singing, I seemed to return to the moment when I was sitting on the branch overlooking the forest during the day, and my heart was full of peace and serenity.
I saw the sunlight shining on the leaves, heard the sound of the stream flowing, and felt the warmth and tolerance of nature.
Before I knew it, my eyelids became heavy, and my consciousness gradually blurred, and I fell into a dream.
In my dream, I could still hear his melodious singing. It was like a warm embrace, tightly surrounding me, making me feel endless comfort and peace even in my sleep.
His singing was like a flowing river, carrying me floating in the dream world, keeping me away from pain and troubles.
