Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view
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As I approached the dark wolf (aka Blackie) I extended my hands in front of me, palm up, to show him that I have no weapons.
"Easy, Blackie. Will you let me see what's the problem?"
I had no idea how long I was in this dingy forest, or if I will ever get out of here. Are there ten Bleeding Snaberries within the walking distance? Who cares? I was lost! This whole day can be described as a disaster, so I might as well see if I can be of any help.
Blackie growled again, but for some reason, I was not afraid. Was it because of all the exercises to control my fear? Maybe after reliving my death (and several other scary moments) over and over again, approaching a wild wolf didn't appear like a big deal.
"Easy… I mean no harm… Let me see what's going on… Will you let me see?...", I chanted in monotone while moving slowly toward the animal.
