The werewolf ran swiftly with Castiel riding on its back, weaving through the dense forest with ease and familiarity.
"Wow! I didn't know you could run this fast!" Castiel shouted, exhilarated by the speed.
The werewolf glanced back with a grin. "I can go faster," it replied, picking up the pace.
"Easy now, I might lose my grip!" Castiel joked, his face lit with joy as he held on tightly.
"What were you doing in this forest alone?" the werewolf asked.
"That's a long story," Castiel answered, his tone suddenly somber. His eyes reflected a touch of sadness.
"I'm sorry for asking," the werewolf said, noticing the shift in mood.
"It's okay," Castiel reassured, managing a small smile. "But what about you? Why were you covered in wounds earlier?"
The werewolf sighed deeply. "Humans are hunting me. They're after my fangs and fur. I was frightened when I first saw you. I didn't expect you would help me."
