A Picnic With the Wolf



Syllea sat with her back leaning against her tree of Lost Ones. She held a book from her Papa in her hands; her legs in front of her, one over the other, and her hair gently waving in the slight breeze made the teenage girl look older and oddly attractive.
 

Lynn knelt beside the girl, setting out a small picnic they had prepared that morning. Syllea had begged to go on a picnic, claiming that her bruise was “almost non-existent.” Lynn knew that wasn’t true by the way Syllea walked, leaning to the left, but thanks to the witch hazel provided by Mister Egfor, it seemed to be healing. So, Lynn had reluctantly agreed to the spontaneous picnic.
 

As Syllea turned a page of her book, Lynn thought she heard movement in front of them. She glanced up and gasped quietly. “Syllea, don’t move,” She whispered in an urgent and alarmed tone.
 

Syllea glanced up from her book, “Hm?” She looked around, and there he was. Her wolf. She glanced to Lynn, who seemed to be getting ready to attack or scare the wolf off. Syl quickly hissed at her, “Don’t you dare hurt him. He won’t do anything to harm us if you stay put.”
 

Lynn looked at Syl, suddenly angry that the girl would be willing to put them in so much danger, but she noticed the girl’s awe and love for the wolf in her eyes. It surprised her, and she froze, her hand halfway to her sword. Lynn inspected the wolf more closely. It was snow-white with bright blue eyes, the color of ice. Its fur was long and smooth, not dirty and mangled like many other wolves around Bree. The guard found it odd that a wolf meant for snowy climates was here, standing less than three meters from them.
Syllea smiled warmly and lovingly at the wolf; she did not move for fear of scaring him off. “He’s never been so close,” she said, so quietly Lynn barely heard.

 

The wolf continued to stare a few moments longer, its eyes never leaving the teen girl, then it turned and ran into the shadows of the trees.
 

Lynn hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until the wolf left. Syllea stayed still, staring at the way the wolf had gone. “If you go after it, I will tell your Papa,” she said threateningly.
 

The teen rolled her eyes and cast them back down to her book. It was clear she wasn’t reading but deep in thought. Eventually, the girl shut the book, using a tree leaf to mark the page, and looked towards the food. “I am starved! Let’s eat,” she smiled.
 

Lynn watched the girl curiously, wanting to ask more about the wolf, but bit her tongue and nodded. “Lunch is served, Milady,” she smiled, handing Syl a plate of food.