Big Wolf, Big Problem

[ahowltolightthedark]

WHO: Remi and Fluttershy
WHERE: Remi's Forest, outside Birchpointe
WHEN: A time long past
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
WARNINGS: little bit of blood in the opening here


"A werewolf can't heal from silver."

The words of the hunter echoed in the werewolf's mind as his eyes opened to a sky filled with stars. Remiel lay on his side, breathing heavily as blood seeped from a wound to his ribs. He silently cursed himself for letting that hunter get away - nothing in this forest could simply be taken, as if it were mere sport. He was their protector, and that hunter had overcome him.

"I'm sorry..."

The huge wolf's softly whimpered words stirred sleeping birds, prowling owls, and small nocturnal rodents scurrying about on the forest floor. After so long under his protection, even if he scared them, they couldn't let it end like this. They were going to find whoever they could to get him help. It wouldn't be long before the whole forest was abuzz with worry.

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[ahowltolightthedark]

A chipmunk scurries up to Remiel's nose as he waits for the spirit to return with water. The little thing nudges him once, then looks right at him.

Are you going to be okay? it seems to ask.

Remiel smiles just a little, then nods slowly. I'll live, the gesture answers. Did you all find her for me?

The chipmunk nods, looking very proud. We made sure she was the best around.

A sigh of relief, a deep breath, then, finally, Remiel seems to relax his shoulders, which he hadn't even noticed were so tense. Maybe I don't scare you all as much as I thought.

Remiel laughs a little at the chipmunk's chittering response and broad miming act. You're scary all right, but you're the one who keeps us all safe.

[strengthinkindness]

A moment later, she returns and kneels beside him, holding a pouch to his mouth.

"Here..."

[ahowltolightthedark]

He closes his lips around it, drinking only a little at first, wary that he may start coughing again if he rushes. Just enough for a few small swallows, then he stops.

"Thank you," he says, his voice a little stronger now.

[strengthinkindness]

She nods a little. "You're welcome..."

Then she drapes the rest of her cloak over him, as if tucking him in.

"Rest now..."

[ahowltolightthedark]

Remiel doesn't need the cloak with his fur, but the warmth of the gesture does more than the cloak itself does. That same little chipmunk chooses that moment to snuggle into the thick fur around the werewolf's shoulders.

"...Who will...protect them?" Remiel asks, finding a new worry.

[strengthinkindness]

She blinks a bit, looking around at some of the animals there. It was clear to see that they depended on him, perhaps more than they themselves realized.

She held out a hand, and a bird took the chance to land on her finger.

"...I will...I...I-I might not be able to do much, but...I-I'll try my best..."

[ahowltolightthedark]

"...You...will?"

Seeing the bird land on her eases his worries some, and he lets himself drift off to sleep one more time.

[strengthinkindness]

She smiles, staying with him as she lets him rest most of the time, although she does wander out sometimes, just to make sure the animals are all right, and that there aren't others around who might hurt him.

But she even then she stays close by, wanting to be there in case he woke up and needed anything.