After a few minutes, Sylvia lifted her head out of the wolf's soft fur, finally somewhat lucid.
"Ah. I am sorry." She muttered, seeing that the pristine silver fur was now covered by the filth and grime on her face, the reminders of her time in the prison.
"That's alright." The wolf grunted and then leaped into the nearby brook.
It only took the animal an instant, as his silver fur sparkled once again in the sunlight, clean and soft.
The wolf walked out of the brook and shook his body, drizzling beads of water everywhere.
"Sorry about that." Sylvia smiled at the beast. "By the way, where is Mikel?" She absentmindedly asked, looking at the brook and thinking if she should take a bath herself.
"Hmm... Mikel?"
Sylvia snapped to look at the wolf, but there was no longer a beast in front of her.
