The Druid with the eagle-feather hat left, transforming into a hawk and flying into the sky, heading in a direction far away from the Holy Forest. He gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
I should have given this young wolf to that Druid; he might have been able to take better care of the unconscious little fellow, at least better than us outsiders. Bartlett withdrew his gaze from the sky, feeling a trace of regret in his heart.
What was the reason behind him leaving the young werewolf behind? Bartlett himself did not know. Perhaps it's because of the fear in the young wolf's eyes before it passed out; if the hooded man were truly reliable, the little one would not have chosen to run towards him.
