Ravensblood Forest The mysterious fog in winter

In the early morning, a thick mist began to envelop the forest, intruding deeper into the undergrowth. The horizon was completely white as frost on field. The sunlight was nowhere to be seen as the ominous clouds masked the whole sky. The enormous wolf ventured deep into the heart of the woods, his legs staggering along the path. His golden eyes were partially closed as if he was about to sleep. The trek through the mountains made him vaguely exhausted, but that wasn’t the reason why he had a difficult time to walk. He got into a nasty accident when he was passing through a rocky hill. The small cliff beneath him had cracked somehow and he had fallen down the hill. Unfortunately, the accident was going from bad to worse. While he was falling down, a heavy rock was tumbling down the hill to collide with him. Ouch! Miraculously, he had managed to survive the accident. The sharp rock had only scratched on his upper back. After his collapse, he was laying on the dirt to slowly recover himself. He wasn’t moving at all for a moment. However, he eventually got up to continue his journey. He wasn’t upset at all because he knew that bad things could happen to him. No matter how many frustrations come along, or how many problems arise, he would always bear in mind that life just goes on. He just has to accept what happened and continue living.

Ace leaned his head against a tree and he allowed for a momentary paused to take a few breaths. He stared pensively at his reflection in the icy puddle. He could see the laceration on his upper shoulder, and it looked very nasty. With a slight motion, he angled his skull in such a way that allowed his vision to be directed over his shoulder. He saw the red droplets on the long path. Although he was injured, he maintained his sang-froid and did not let his stress get the best of him. There was no point in stressing out over a wound because it could become much worse. Ace already knew that if he was all stressed out, his blood pressure would increase significantly and he would lose his blood much faster. With a little effort, he veered to the side to avoid the tree, his calm gaze skimming over to the horizon. He was looking for herbs that could heal his cut. He had already mastered the art of healing ever since he was a young wolf. He knew which one to choose and he could identify them by sniffing their own unique scents. The plant called Yarrow was his number one priority. He really needed to treat his wound with that plant so he could stop bleeding. Honey was his next option, but it would be very hard to find a bee nest. All the bees are inactive during the early winter. It would be great if he had the honey because it would do an amazing job to disinfect his wound.

After a long inspection, the male wolf didn’t have much luck finding the natural remedies. Those herbs were nowhere to be found. Besides, he had a difficult time to find them because the white fog would obscure his peripheral vision. He let out a sigh of discontent before proceeding with his searching. Once his claws were in motion, the blood from his wound coursed down his front legs. He could feel a huge twinge of pain on his upper back which it made his lips curled into a slight grimace. Within a few minutes, Ace was walking along the hillside. His pain recurred when he was ascending very slowly. All of a sudden, he stepped in a hidden hole and he fell again. The withered leaves beneath him began to scatter upon the frozen grass. He lay on his back and he remained motionless, viewing the dark clouds that moved in various directions. He still had a little strength to get up, but ultimately he decided to take another rest. He took a deep breath before speaking to himself. “Life is like a sea. It can be calm and still or beautiful and vivid, but it can also be rough and rigid.” As he closed his eyes, he tried to remember the moments when he used to spend time with his beloved family. His mind was so strong that he could conjure up almost every event of his childhood. The silence began. The whole area was strangely quiescent, albeit more chilly than usual. The snowflakes started to fall down like feathers, gradually covering the earth.