Be My Wild

Linden 4

It is solid dark out now. Leshy has been gone for a while now I was going to stay awake until he returned but I have to get sleep for tomorrow. I am just settling down to sleep when Bob taps on my window. Bob never knocks he likes to keep to himself mostly. I get up and open my door. He tells me someone needs my help. I make a little sun to help me see as I follow Bob. I feel like I need to go faster there's an urgency in the air. I push a bit of power into the ground through my bare feet and run faster. The ground seems softer, easier to move on.

I reach the river and see a black bear with his foot in a trap. She looks terrified and in so much pain. It's hard to look at all the blood pouring onto the ground. I slow down and approach her carefully.

"I'm so sorry you're in pain. I'm here to help you." I say as Bob caws from my shoulder. The bear lays down and makes a whimpering sound. I walk up to her foot. I look at the trap to figure out how to release it. I see a little paddle on the side. That must be it.

"This is going to hurt. But I need you to try to stay calm so you don't get hurt worse. Ok?" I run a calming hand down the fur of her side. I push a bit of magic in to calm her further. Humming a lullaby my dad used to sing to me about dreams and love I press the paddle. The bear roars out her anguish. I don't move. Her paw is mangled. I know it's going to kill her slowly it breaks my heart. I hear movement in front of me and see two little cubs. She's a mother. I bet she's a good mama.

I feel my power rise up. Magic! Maybe I can heal her. I try to raise feelings of comfort, happiness and wholeness and push the magic into her. I watch as her muscles and skin knit back together. There will be a scar but that's better than dead. She can be a mama to her babies and keep them safe.

Her cubs race to her, and she nuzzles them showing her love. She then saunters over to me and nudges me with a grunt in thanks.

"You are very welcome Mama. You take good care of those cubs." I say before she wanders back to the forest. I pick up the disabled blood-covered trap noticing a name on it 'G. Wilson' and make my way back home with Bob on my shoulder clicking at me and nuzzling my neck.

I feel a change in the air as I walk closer to my haven. I don't like it. Something is wrong. Very wrong. I take out my knife just in case. I feel Bob take flight from my shoulder. He must feel something too. I slowly open my door and see two men in my home. One tall and skinny and one is my stepdad.