The sound of the plane passing overhead became a familiar noise to the residents of the Den as Wolfe worked through the day, making deliveries to all the nearby villages.
Everyone was waiting for the shrieking cry of a large flying predator attacking the intruder, but time after time, the dark green aircraft hummed past the forest with its load of food and returned light, wobbling in the breeze.
In the afternoon, more of the witches made their way down the river to see the process in action, and when Wolfe returned for the last load of the day, there were over a dozen of them there, standing next to their staves and waiting for him to land.
Wolfe let the plane glide to a stop next to the barge and hopped out to greet their visitors while the scout happily stayed strapped in his seat.
