Every Night Star 3

"Hey Nyla" the man in the wagon shouts, "Don't forget this, you'll get scolded there if you forget it, and good luck!" he says, throwing Nyla's spear, sticking her in the ground and returning to driving the wine cart,

"Wow, I almost forgot my spear. Thanks!" Nyla screams loudly, thanking all the help that was given,

"Come on Stary, we can stop on the way to rest" Nyla says excitedly,

Walking a little forward, Stary reanimating her numb body, watches Nyla carefully,

I know she was nice to me waking me up, I want to trust her! I really want to, but something keeps me from thinking that she's going to try something, I know she has to take me to her tribe, please Nyla, may I be wrong about all this, please may you be a wolf and a cool friend! Stary practically begs in her thoughts,

Stary and Nyla follow the path indicated by her, making their way through the lush forest, as they walk, the sound of running water gradually becomes louder, indicating that they are approaching the waterfall, anticipation builds within Stary, as he imagines the beauty of the place, since Nyla spoke so highly of the landscape,

Finally, they arrive at a small elevation that offers a stunning view, in front of them, they can see a majestic waterfall, its waters flowing gently, the noise of the water is present, but not deafening, leaving a relaxing noise of the crystal clear river water, a fine mist hangs in the air, creating a magical atmosphere around the waterfall,

Walking a little further, they decide to stop and sit very close to the river that followed, in a wide open space, with lush trees that offer shade and a place to rest,

With a soft voice, Nyla turns to Stary and says,

"Stary…" she pauses for a moment, "can we rest here for a bit?" she says

"Of course, why?" Stary asks,

"Nothing much", Nyla lets out a forced laugh, "You know, I'm just not used to being in a barrel for hours" she says excitedly,

"Well, you seem pretty excited to be going back to your tribe" Stary says,

"Nha, what's it like there?" he can't hold back the temptation to ask,

"On second thought" she stops for a moment looking at her reflection in the water,

"To be honest, I don't like it there that much", Nyla says sincerely, taking Stary by surprise with the answer,

"Wow, why? I thought you wanted to be important to them" Stary now looks very confused,

"Don't get me wrong, but since I was little they've never been that nice, you know, kinda like my tribe has a rule, the stronger and more important things you do, the more they like you," Nyla says looking sad, as she looks your reflection,

"And to tell you the truth, I've always only done the opposite, I've never done anything important" she says, hiding her shame in these words,

"Until now…" she murmurs,

"Like this?" Stary asks,

"Not at all," Nyla says, letting out a dejected laugh, "Hey Stary, could you do something for me?"

"Could you go to the forest and find a flower that changes color? It changes depending on the time, now as it must be almost late, it must be almost orange, you must have seen it before, right? Nyla asks,

"Yes, of course, but why a flower?" Stary speaks suspiciously,

"You know, I have a headache! for the journey, if you eat this flower the pain will go away" she says quickly, looking at him,

"Okay, I'll go over there then, try to rest, I'll be right back", Stary runs into the forest, quickly leaving Nyla's sight,

Damn, damn, damn, is she going to try to capture me now? We barely even got out of the wagon, does she really have a headache?

Stary runs into the forest, quickly hiding behind a tree, looking at the waterfall, seeing only Nyla sitting alone on the riverbank, still looking at the water,

He feels a mixture of curiosity and distrust, trying to decipher Nyla's intentions, is she really trying to capture me? If that were the case, she would have come after me!,

Stary questions himself, feeling torn between his worries and the desire to trust his journey companion, his thoughts oscillate between the possibility of Nyla trying to capture him and the hope that she is a true friend,

Stary decides to take a risk and trust Nyla, at least for now. he understands that if they want to get to her tribe and find out more about the mysterious moon or her treasure map, he has to trust her,

Looking for the flower for a while he finds, Twilight Flowers, they are really beautiful, the color is really close to orange, just to confirm, Stary looks up noticing the color of the sky, similar to the flower, revealing that it must be almost At the sunset,

With cautious steps, Stary returns to the clearing, approaching Nyla slowly, he notices that she is still lost in her thoughts, without noticing his presence,

"Hey Nyla, I came back with the flower" he says carrying some in his mouth,

Nyla lifts her head as she hears Stary's soft footsteps approaching, "Ah, you're back! Thank you for going to get the flower," she says with gratitude and sadness in her voice,

Stary blinks and observes Nyla's genuine smile and allows herself to believe, for a moment, that her suspicion may have been unfair,

"Stary…", Nyla says getting up from the rock she was on,

"Hi.." Stary says, looking at her,

Nyla stands up, in front of her the white wolf has her head down, the light breeze passes by her, swaying her fur and her long tail in the wind, her head is down, as if she doesn't want to look at him,

"I'm sorry…" Nyla said sadly,

With a quick movement, she pulls her spear from the ground beside her, holding it so tightly that Stary feels her heart accelerate at the sight, the sky colored orange, clearly conveying the sadness of the moment, Nyla trembles knowing what is about to happen. to do,

As the sunlight disappears from the world, Stary clearly sees Nyla in front of him, with the contrast of her white fur, she raises her head, and looks with her green eyes, directly at him,

Stary, looking at her with fear, swears he saw Nyla almost give up for a moment, but he himself knew that this would be impossible now, it was too late to turn back,

"Nyla what?" Stary says, dropping the flowers on the ground in front of her,

In a quick movement Nyla lunges at Stary, in a moment he felt her claws grabbing his neck, with Nyla's strength she manages to lift him as if it were nothing,

Pushing Stary onto a nearby tree, he feels the force placed by her on his throat, for a moment the empathy he felt was replaced by pain and uncertainty about how far she was willing to go,

Stary looks at Nyla in front of her, her eyes full of rage, growling she screams,

"Stop pretending to be nice to me!" as she speaks her eyes meet Stary's,

"I will capture you, I don't care about you!" she says, for a moment Nyla really looked like a monster, a ferocious wolf, and her strength seemed like it could break the tree she was holding him in the middle of,

"Please..." Stary murmurs,

"SHUT UP!" Nyla screams back, squeezing her neck tighter,

"I just wanted… your friend" Stary says, hoping to finish the sentence, feeling out of breath,

Nyla at that moment has a flash of memories from the past, memories of when she failed and left her family alone, memories of when she ran away, memories of her running away from the demon's attack, of other wolves calling her weak,

In her entire life no one has ever wanted anything to do with her, let alone friendship, she only exists to serve her tribe, they saved her, she owed her life to them, she just wanted to be recognized, at least by someone...

In a sign considered by her to be weakness, she drops Stary to the ground, retreating for a moment, thanks to letting herself be carried away by her emotions,

Stary lands on the ground, takes in as much air as he can, and runs as fast as he can away, following the river, towards the forest,

His heart beats faster than ever, he can't let himself be caught, sadness takes over him, for leaving Nyla behind, he knew, that now they could never be friends again, now she was his enemy,

While trying to run, Nyla dexterously throws the spear from her hand with all her strength, to successfully try to prevent the escape,

The spear falls in front of Stary, making him stop for a moment, and run in the opposite direction, towards the river,

However, he did not foresee that thanks to Nyla's agility, she would be in front of him in a matter of seconds preparing for her next attack,

Nyla tries to attack Stary again, with the intention of arresting him this time, and this time she wouldn't let him leave, even if she had to knock him out,

Stary summons all the agility in her soul, managing to precisely dodge the attack, using Nyla's strength against herself, he passes between her legs, pulling one in the process, and making her lose her balance, thus falling inside. of river water,

The water in the river is freezing, Stary moves as far away as possible, walking backwards, trying to put a safe distance between them, worried that Nela might drown, feeling the relief of being free from Nyla's grip,

With a crash in the water he sees Nyla emerging from the river, soaked and furious, growling in his direction. His green eyes shine with determination and anger,

Stary knows he can't let his guard down, he knows that running away is not an option, Nyla was much faster than him, she could run with all four claws on the ground increasing her speed, and talking seemed like it wouldn't work, he knows that You would have to be smart to get out of this situation,

Stary mentally prepares himself to face Nyla in battle, he knows he needs to be strategic and use his skills to the fullest to defend himself,

Ok Nyla was stronger and faster, and she had more battle training apparently, maybe I can try repeating the same strategy of throwing him in the river? I don't think it would work, and who knows, maybe I could pick up her spear from the ground? although I also didn't want to hurt her on that level,

As Nyla approaches, growling ferociously, Stary remains calm and weighs her options, I'll try to keep to the conversation then, maybe turning myself in will work, I hope,

"Nyla please, I'll surrender, I'll let you take me, just stop, please," Stary screams, trying to surrender peacefully,

He raises a paw in surrender, showing that he no longer wishes to fight, and waiting for any sign of peace,

"No" Nyla says blindly with anger, heading towards him,

Opening his eye Stary sees the wolf running towards him, prepared to run him out of the way,

He waits for the right moment and, at the last moment, jumps to the side, dodging Nyla's attack, he manages to avoid the direct impact, but he still feels Nyla's claws scraping his skin, hurting him a little,

"Fight me you coward" Nyla shouts, her voice creaky, echoing through the forest, showing all her ferocity,

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Stary quickly recovers and spins around Nyla, trying to knock her off balance,

However, Nyla grabs Stary by his tail, pulling him close, and with all her strength, in a quick movement she throws him away,

Making Stary crash backwards into a rock,

Stary feels dizzy, no longer able to keep up with the fight, his body also feels like it no longer has the energy to try to fight back after that blow,

"Nyla… stop, I don't want to fight you anymore" Stary says trying to get up,

With a surge of energy, Stary's eyes open, determination shining through the haze of pain, his body shakes from the shock of the collision, but new hope rises in his heart as he picks himself up from the ground, though his mind doesn't. believe in this battle, Stary's soul wants to make Nyla stop attacking, he wants to try to get up to talk to his friend,

The sight of Stary injured, but trying to get up, awakens something deep inside Nyla too, a flash of doubt crosses her eyes, momentarily overshadowing her anger, but the pain of the memories that pass through her leaves her blind with hatred,

She was tired of all this, her claws now showing more than ever, she walks towards Stary, the coldness of the river she fell into only helped to reflect the coldness of the moment,

However, Nyla remains implacable, her eyes focus on the fox in front of her, rage!, she advances and attacks again with all her fury, using her brute strength to make Stary give up, even though he has already done it...

In a quick movement Nyla grabs his fur, pulling Stary from the rock, and with a quick attack, she runs her sharp claws across his body, tearing a line along his back, leaving a trail of blood on Stary,

"Why don't you just die?" Nyla with her other hand grabs Stary by her throat again, her hatred now overwhelming her,

"I don't want your stupid friendship!" Nyla screams, echoing through the forest,

Nyla throws Stary with all her strength like a paper on the rock in front of her, a small and quick thud can be heard, he hits his head on the rock, passing out in the process,

Stary falls through the rough surface of the stone while leaving a trail of blood, he is now lying defeated on the ground in front of her unconscious, with a large cut leaving her alone in her victory,

Nyla, panting, looks at Stary lying in front of her. A mixture of anger and sadness fills her green eyes as she faces the outcome of the fight.

After a short while, the realization of the gravity of what had just happened finally weighs on her, making Nyla carefully approach the half-dead fox,

"Stary?..." Nyla quickly runs to him lying on the ground,

A moment of clarity emerges amidst the turbulence of her emotions, Nyla kneels beside Stary, her bloody claws trembling with remorse, she looks at his bruised body, trying to convince herself that he is still alive and well,

Her sobs echoing in the forest like a desolate lament, her green eyes, once burning with anger, are now flooded with pain and guilt, she looks at Stary's body, the deep, bloody wounds from scratches she herself caused,

An anguished scream escapes Nyla's trembling lips, she gently touches Stary's injured face, feeling her fragility, her hand, stained with her friend's blood, trembles with the enormity of her anger,

"Hey Stary, wake up, please" Nyla tries her best to make him wake up,

Tears begin to flow from Nyla's eyes, she caresses his fur and feeling the heat that still emanates from him,

"I'm sorry," Nyla says, as she quickly begins to despair,

"I'm so sorry Stary" she screams hugging him,

"I didn't want to do that, I just wanted to be your friend," she stops mid-speech, realizing her mistake,

She looks directly into Stary's face, Nyla can't help but caress her lion with her shaking hands as her tears fall down her serene face,

"Don't die… Stary please get up, I just want to hear your voice", she tries as much as possible to give him any kind of affection now,

"I just want some joke from you, sorry, come on" Nyla is now crying uncontrollably, realizing the severity of her injuries,

"I'm a monster…" she says hugging him,

Wrapped in sadness and regret, Nyla carefully lifts Stary, carefully carrying Stary's injured body in her arms,

Holding him tenderly and carefully, she slowly walks towards the river, where the calm waters do not suggest the fight that had just taken place,

Deep down, Nyla knows that that battle did not bring the peace she sought, her anger consumed everything, and now she is faced with the reality of her actions,

She remembers Stary's words, his offer of peace and surrender, she remembers how he tried to appease her anger, even when he was at a disadvantage, in the end it was all her fault, every step towards the river is a painful journey , both physically and emotionally

"Stary hold on tight, I'll help you ok" Nyla says settling Stary in her arms, and using all her strength to carry him, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, looking at the challenge in front of her,

"I'll take you, my tribe will know what to do, they can save you," Nyla says hoping Stary is listening to her,

"Stary…" She says looking at him in her arms, "This whole time…",

"I always wanted to be your friend too," Nyla says as she cries, ignoring the cruel words she said moments ago,

She places a hand over Stary's weak heart, as if she can convey her devotion and promise directly to him,

"I will save you, I promise!", Nyla says sadly, "I will be a good friend, I promise!",

As the sun sets over the horizon, Nyla gathers her claws, raises her ears, and prepares for the long walk, even if her body fails, she swears she will change the outcome, she swears she will save Stary, who she is. deep down a good person, she swears that she will take responsibility for everything, that she will be a good friend,

And so, with her heavy heart, Nyla walks alone carrying her only friend down a lonely road, she will save him!

The night arrives again, illuminating everything with the light of the moons and the stars of the sky, in the middle of the forest Nyla continues forward, leading her way to her tribe,

Hoping to save and heal from the wounds of his beloved friend Stary,

The Moonlight tribe is getting closer and closer,

Stars, it's as if I can hear them talking, talking secrets and telling stories, gossip about the universe, I know I'm fine, my soul is now trying to connect with my self, but in vain,

I am sad? my heart cries for something, like I miss you, my body is weak, I'm cold, news, if I weren't me, I'd probably be hot right now,

The teaser of destiny the guiding star, the meaning of everything now lost in my mind fits, memories of the past, plans, the understanding of everything?

Irrelevant feelings remain lost, but something else is found in me now, the sun, the moon, earth, and water, everything is part of something, it just needs to be properly fitted, like me, my map, my memories, my fragmented soul,

Stary wakes up!, opening his light violet eyes he finally wakes up, scared, he looks everywhere, without really understanding what could have happened, the senses in his mind quickly fall into place, giving the answers he seeks,

"Nyla?" Stary says regaining consciousness,

Stary wakes up in a bright, peaceful room, the first thing he sees is sunlight shyly streaming in through a large ornate window,

It all happened so fast, I was fighting her and suddenly, nothing, she knocked me out? possibly with how angry she was, that must have been it, I hope my defeat wasn't so shameful,

Looking up Stary stares at the thatched roof and carved wood, truly a delight to the eyes of those who have just woken up, a beautiful architecture!,

Thinking about what he will do now, his ears pick up distant voices coming from outside, a smell of roast with cinnamon is present in the room, he tries to move his comfortable body, which in response goes on strike, not wanting to leave the likely soft bed in that is,

Enough!, Stary tries to get up, trying to lower his body to his wishes, only to be returned with an agonizing pain, a proof that his body rules him now,

"Oh, but what is that?" Stary says, trying to locate the source of the pain with his eyes,

He abruptly takes off the cover, seeing a large band covering the side of his body,

"Wow, I wish I just tripped and fell on a rock." Rock? rock, rock, he thinks,

His mind is now also wanting to get revenge on Stary, throwing the memory of the rock that Nyla threw him into,

He now begins to remember the fight between them, feeling sadder the more he remembers,

"Miiii" he lets out a somewhat spoiled meow,

He tried to surrender, so why didn't she stop,

Stary shakes his head, now wasn't the time for that, it wouldn't do anyone any good to wonder, first he had to go against the pain, and try to get up, then just go and ask her, right?

Light comes in through the window, illuminating the room, your attention turns to the surroundings, bowls and basins of water are seen, really very comfortable, it looked like a cabin, simple but the herbs around, and the plants gave it an extra charm, leaving the most charming environment,

The air carried a subtle fragrance of herbs and plants, infusing the room with a sense of calm and healing, medicinal herbs, and all,

Stary was passionate about the idea of ​​one day having a similar cabin, so he spends what seems like half an hour concentrating, absorbing the decoration, to serve as inspiration for when he has a house of his own.

Clearer in his imagination he thought of a house that was a little bigger, more luxurious, he could even have a machine to do the housework, he just hoped that in the end Nyla's tribe wouldn't plan to turn him into some kind of domestic slave, like Would he wash dishes if he walks on all fours on the floor?

Well it wasn't time to be lazy, I should probably be in Nyla's tribe now, so I have to stay strong and get up as quickly as possible, I have to be prepared for anything,

Each movement is a small victory over the pain, but after a few minutes, he manages to get up without many side effects, now being next to the bed, he is free to explore his surroundings and discover a way to escape.

As a cold wind blows through the curtains, Stary walks a little around the room, discovering that in the corner there was a large arch, which separated his room from the rest of the house,

It was quite a large place, it had a simple corridor, with one or two doors at the end, walking a little further towards what seemed to be the living room, he noticed right in the middle a giant empty cauldron, just like the one in a house. witch, empty potion bottles, and many, many more books on a table,

In the corner of the room there were several candles, one more strange thing caught Stary's attention for a moment, the candles were next to a medium statue of a fox, made of wood, with a plate in front and several crystals, and incense around it. , curiously almost the same type as the statues in the temple,

The atmosphere is subtle, while Stary was lost in thought admiring the place, he hears footsteps coming from outside,

"Damn it!" Stary says as he runs around the house terrified,

His fur stood on end in fear of being discovered, but with each sudden step he made, the weakness in his body returned, he only had one choice to hide, and he already knew exactly where,

The door opens and a white wolf enters the room, Nyla?, Stary quickly returns to her hiding place, if it was Nyla she was now his enemy, she was the last wolf he wanted to find now,

 "I'm sorry, but I really did what I could, I don't know when he might wake up" a female voice echoed through the room,

"He has to be fine, he is hope!, for all of us", movements of chairs can be heard,

"Althea, what would our tribe be without you" another wolf with a fading voice says,

"You of all people, you were the one who understood the power of nature, our best shaman and healer, I'm sure you will save him", they seem to be having a great conversation,

"I had another dream last night" Althea says, "I dreamed of magic and flowers, I think the moon guide, sent me a special dream, I will try to produce a new elixir, stronger!, this one will definitely wake him up",

Silently, he watches Althea as she moves around the room, gathering herbs and ingredients from the cupboards, while Althea continues to prepare the elixir, Stary reflects on his encounter with Nyla, the cruel words that were exchanged still echo in his mind, he fervently desires that the friendship they once shared can be restored, even if at the moment it seems impossible,

"Good Althea, may my faith be with you, and the moon guide your steps, I have many things to do, the night of the tournament is coming, as a warrior I have to prepare the young people" the wolf cuts the silence and says while seeming to rise,

"Alright Leyfulf, just wait a bit, the potion for your voice you asked for is ready, just a moment" Althea says,

Althea turns to the fox statue and closes her eyes, muttering ancient and sacred words, as if she is praying, Stary feels a mystical connection form between Althea, the fox and the elixir, There is something powerful and strange happening in this tribe,

She approaches the cauldron where Stary is hiding and without noticing his presence throws some cinnamon, or something that looks a lot like it, the powder falls on the secretive fox's face, staining her fur a red color,

"Oh seriously!" Stary says quietly, trying to wipe the dust off his nose

"Did you say something Leyf" the wolf asks, turning to another wolf,

Stary at that moment paralyzes, how stupid he was, of course wolves have super hearing, seriously he didn't realize that before,

"Nothing" the wolf replies, "Well, I'm going, when he wakes up, I want to be the first to know, we have to honor this moment, and I, as the leader's right-hand man, want to be the first in generations with this honor" he says excitedly, opening the door to leave,

"Wait Leyf, you have always been like this since you were young, even before you became Laulf of our people, you were already bossy and inattentive, you almost forget the potion" Althea says,

"Wow" Leyf, the wolf approaches, taking the bottle from Althea's hands and drinking the entire elixir in a moment,

"Hey…" Althea says loudly, "You were supposed to drink throughout the week to take effect, not all at once, I'm old but wow, I wasn't expecting you to be so inattentive and hasty, kid",

"It's lucky you're the best priestess for ages, otherwise I'd tell on you to the leader" Leyf says laughing loudly,

However, at that moment, Stary feels something strange, like a sensation coming into her body, getting closer and closer to the peak, Stary, as she examines the conversation with enthusiasm, the cinnamon powder that remained on her face begins to irritate her nose. ,

He tries to contain it, but the sneeze is stronger, pressing his nose with his paws, but it is in vain, his body gives in to the temptation to expel the shin from his nose,

Suddenly a powerful sneeze escapes his mouth, echoing through the room,

"Atchim!" the sneeze echoes throughout almost the entire tribe,

"What was this?" Leyf questions, confused by the sudden sound,

Althea and Leyf, with wide eyes and sharp ears, look in the direction where the sneeze came from, they both walk towards the potion cauldron,

Stary remains still, feeling the tension in the air, he realizes that he needs to calm down and think quickly of a strategy to escape the room without being detected,

But before he can try anything, both Althea, the tribe's shaman, and Leyf, the leader, are already on top of him, looking at the sight of the fox squeezed cutely inside the cauldron,

"What…" Althea says looking down, directly at him,

Stary tries to free himself from the situation, but is trapped in the cauldron, he looks at Althea and Leyf, desperately looking for a way to explain himself, but thanks to his previous attempts to escape, the cauldron becomes unbalanced and falls to the ground, knocking Stary down with it. , with a big thud on the floor of the old house,

"There, I… I was just!" Stary tries to explain himself, but the pain of the fall hits him before anything else,

"I... I was just... curious" Stary stutters, trying to find a plausible excuse to convince the two not to kill him, or worse, throw him off a hill,

Althea and Leyf exchange glances, surprised by Stary's unexpected presence in the room, he was supposed to be in the next room, unconscious,

Before his eyes were the two in front of him, the shaman was a large white wolf, but much taller than Nyla, and stronger and more robust also with tribal robes and several rune designs along her,

The other one next to him was very large, his fur was red, a very strong color, he had armor adorned with iron and silver, with various symbols of what would be his clan, he also had a large iron shield on his back, this guy looked like he was really going to war, definitely the alpha here, very different from Nyla and her tattered clothes,

"God, are you okay?" Althea breaks the silence, bowing before Stary, and immediately rushing to tend to her wounds,

For a moment Stary seems to have misunderstood the situation, he just finds it funny deep down, that this tribe of strong and tribal werewolves, put god in the sentence, just like almost every other species must do too, only for the sight in front of him to prove it. the opposite,

"Great fox god, do you need anything?" the red-haired wolf says and Stary bows, leaving him with a confused look at this whole situation,

Wait a minute, the fox statue, the fox temple, he was a fox, could it really be…

Stary is paralyzed in megalomaniac shock, his dreams had come true, he was a god, he was going to rule the world, were his dreams of domination finally going to see the light of day?

"Lyor, god of the Kirysiny, fox of the world, fallen from the stars, for ages we have waited for your great arrival Lyn" she says,

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, but please forgive us, I know our reception wasn't the best, but believe me, we're really happy that you're well and alive" Althea bows to him, showing her respect to Stary, being followed by Leyf,

"Are you really feeling better?" she asks Stary,

"Sim" Old Responde,

"Well, still a little pain, but nothing too much" Stary says relaxedly,

"Don't worry big Lyn, I'll fix it, there must be some pain potion around here" Althea immediately starts looking for herbs, incense, anything that would help with the pain,

"Wow, sorry I have to warn the whole tribe about this", Leyf says running to open one of the windows,

He takes a horn from his back, and leans towards the window ready to blow, as a warning,

"Don't you dare do that Leyf!" Althea shouts, while holding a bunch of bottles in her hands,

Immediately, a great noise reaches Stary's ears, the horn produces a continuous and unique sound, echoing throughout the tribe and surrounding areas, making the poor injured fox tremble due to the new acquired headache,

"Sorry Atlthea, everyone needs to know this, Lyn's arrival is an event that hasn't happened in ages, since our tribe was one" he shouts running outside,

"We have to celebrate, after all one of the Kirysiny is back" his voice echoes through the cabin, being filtered through the door that closes in front of Stary,

When the first horn sounds, several others can be heard in the distance, as if the entire tribe was excited by Stary's arrival, leaving the fox's heart more cautious and confused since he woke up without memories,

"I'm sorry about that Lyor, he can be an idiot sometimes" Althea approaches, placing some bottles in front of him,

"Here, take one of these, your pain will pass quickly, and again I'm sorry about the traditions, you better prepare yourself, soon this cabin will be full of wolves and she-wolves from the entire tribe, curious to see you, our god" the shaman says , getting up and walking to another room,

"I'm going to get an energy tonic, until then try not to move too much, you slept for three days straight, but knowing the Kirysiny, from the old stories, you should have slept longer to fully reinvigorate your soul, even if your wounds have already healed. scarred, it's better not to risk it" Althea walks away enigmatically,

Stary hears the sound of a door closing at the back of the house, leaving him alone in the cabin, with only his thoughts about what has just happened, but he is still curious about Nyla, is she okay? he had to ask,

"Hey wait, have you seen Nyla?!" Stary shouts, not failing to ask about her,

"I will be back in a moment!" Althea screams again, disappearing into the hustle and bustle of sounds from the tribe outside the cabin,

Alone again, Stary is silent, still sitting on the floor of the cabin due to how quickly things happened, was he a god to them? and how did they get there? he knew himself, and Stary was far from being a god, he was just a normal fox,

As he gets up to further explore the shaman's hut, loud sounds echo around the tribe, making Stary wonder what could be happening,

It seemed like they were celebrating the new year, something like banging, shouting and loud music, was it some kind of party? Nyla mentioned a tournament, I think I just arrived in the middle of all this,

"Wow they are really lively out there" Stary flattens her ears to avoid more future migraines,

"Ta Stary, what do I do now, do I try to run away?" Stary says to himself, looking for a way out of this mess,

He could really try to escape, the house wasn't at all protected, and the door apparently wasn't locked, but one thing didn't leave Stary's thoughts,

He walks a few meters, sitting thoughtfully in front of the fox statue staring at him in the process and blowing out some candles around him due to his quick sitting movement.

"I? a God?" At least that's what those two said,

That wolf there seemed very dull, but the other one, the white wolf, knew what she was doing, if they really think I'm a god! I can definitely use this and get out of this place right under their noses. After all, a true god would not need to flee desperately,

Stary decided to explore the shaman's hut further in search of anything that could help him in his plan, he searched shelves, drawers and cabinets, looking for maps, keys or any item that could be useful, meanwhile, the festive sounds of the tribe continued to echo around them, increasing their urgency to find a solution,

Opening a door to what looked like a pantry, he saw what looked like clothes, very stylish, and some parchment on the floor.

Quickly grabbing one of them, Stary finds an ancient scroll that seemed to contain important information about the tribe, such as rituals and wolf things,

Reading as if his life depended on it, he discovered that the tribe believed that the god Kirysiny possessed special powers that protected them against enemies, long ago foxes like him had helped wolves rise against threats,

The wolf tribe was known as the Runic Wolves due to the strong connection they had with runic magic, which they used to protect themselves and prosper. This specific clan worships the moon, which is why Lunar Light,

Kirysiny, it seemed to be these people of foxes, aliens perhaps? Stary was sure that he was nothing like the drawings on the parchment, these foxes were much taller and had more presence than him, in addition to several tails and an astral appearance,

It was very common for aliens to go to less developed worlds to help them with primitive things, and be rewarded later, Stary had seen this countless times, countless times, but only in comic books...

Lyor, fallen from the stars, that was their god, ok Stary, I can very well pretend to be him for a bit, I'm very charismatic after all, I just have to do dramatic poses all the time and that's it, I think in the end I'll come to this tribe was good, I can even use them to build my ship, just please, they don't have a ritual to kill their god,

Stary was definitely not the god in the photo, they didn't even look alike, he had memory loss but he remembered who he was, if he was a god he could easily fly to the moon with his powers, would they really believe that Was he this god in the photo?

The distant sounds of fireworks? and music permeated the walls, a constant reminder of the festivities outside, Stary realized he couldn't stay hidden in the cabin forever, he needed to gather more information,

He decides to run like lightning to the back door of the cabin, the same one the shaman left, hoping to leave without being noticed, Stary quickly opens the door, leaving abruptly, falling in the middle of the yard,

He lifts his face from the ground and looks around, it looks like a vegetable garden at the back of the house, there are several plants and flowers planted in very beautiful and decorated enclosures, well this was the shaman's house so possibly these were ingredients for potions or medicines, the Nyla's tribe was really good if they already had knowledge of how to make natural remedies, Stary in the end was only as well as she seemed thanks to them,

"Hey, look at a monster!" a wolf child screams,

Looking to the side Stary sees that the shaman healer's house was extremely close to the forest, exactly where some younger wolves were playing climbing trees,

"Stop it you idiot, he's not a monster, he's just an animal" a teenage wolf says, insulting Stary,

"Hey I'm not an animal you idiots" Stary shouts again,

"Aaaaaaa a talking fox" all the children shout, running away through the forest, leaving some stray teenage wolves behind, judging him with the looks of an apparently more advanced generation,

"Hey, are you really an animal? Livy, I don't think it was a good idea for us to come and steal herbs from the shaman's house, I'm starting to see things," a teenage black wolf says, stealing the attention,

"Hey, I'm real too, you know what, forget it" Stary says trying to draw attention to him, only to give up moments later, after all they were teenagers, and Stary had already passed that phase three or four years ago,

"Hey guys look the talking fox is getting angry" a wolf looking obviously in a mad state laughs,

"Wow, when I stop to think about it, I think I'm seeing something, guys, is the talking fox without any clothes for you too?" the gray wolf named Livy says curiously,

Stary looks down seeing the truth again, Stary you idiot, you really have to go put some clothes on and stop being so slow,

"..." Stary remains silent, covering her privacy and moments later entering the shaman's house, locking the door behind to avoid any contact with the teenagers again,

"Okay that was embarrassing, I think I better find something to cover myself" Stary says embarrassed, as he walks through the house

He walks towards the parchment closet from before again, the clothes he had seen were not the best, but they served as adequate clothing,

Stary pulls the clothes timidly with his mouth, with a slight acrobatics in moments he throws what seemed to be a bunch of fabrics on top of him, tying a nice knot behind his neck, Stary had gotten his first equipment, improvised tattered clothes! ,

Okay now I have to get out of here, if the back door didn't work out, the last choice is now the front door, I just hope that if I'm quick enough and run out, no one sees me,

He places his paws on the handle of the front door, and pushes it with all his strength, automatically being outside at the same moment, only to be surprised by an imposing sight,

Thousands, no, millions of wolves were in front of him, immediately stopping everything they were doing, and looking straight at Stary, they were all dressed in different sizes, it seemed that all the inhabitants of the tribe, children, young and old, were previously going in heading towards the cabin, only to see Stary walking out the front door with wonder in her eyes,

The atmosphere was electrified, charged with the anticipation of what Stary would say next, every wolf present kept a fixed gaze on him, awaiting his words with unwavering faith, it was as if they all believed that he, an unknown fox, was the answer to their question. your problems and the key to a better future,

His fox heart tightens at the sight of having almost a dozen beings in front of him waiting for his next words, he feels diminished, but he had to be strong and call on all his failed skills in charisma, which he hoped he had cultivated before losing my memory,

"Wow, that's cool! I mean…" Stary stops for a moment looking around and shrinking back in embarrassment,

"Hi" he says shyly then,

The werewolves began to cheer and howl in his direction, hailing him as the great fox god who will return, excited and venerating the sight of an iconic being in their cultures and songs, all the wolves were showing their respect equally,

Ok Stary, now was the time, you can't let them down, you were now the best fox god of all time,

"Our! Thank you, thank you," Stary said, trying to sound solemn and majestic,

Like lightning, Stary leaps in front of the wolves, stamps his paw on the ground, and stops in a majestic appearance worthy of a Norse god, his fur shimmers in the wind, and so does his tail, he looks directly at the wolves and with his eyes full of magic and mystery says gallantly,

"I... am here to bless you with... um... prosperity and... joy, peace and um... MONEY!", he shouts,

As he tried to speak with conviction, his fox tail began to wag frantically in excitement, betraying his inner anxiety, he was obviously feeling himself because of the whole situation,

Stary had finally realized his dream of having an entire tribe of wolves at his paws, if things continued like this, in a good 50 years, they might even have video games and cell phones, under his magnificent leadership,

However, his words were drowned out by the werewolves' excitement, they began to celebrate even more, dancing, singing and clapping,

Some even tried to carry Stary on their shoulders, in an exaggerated display of worship, before the tribe's priests arrived, and carried him haphazardly on top of what looked like a silky cushion,

"My loyal followers, we are just getting started! Forward to the world, with my help you will go from here to the stars," exclaimed Stary, improvising a pompous and cool speech,

The tribal werewolves applauded frantically, completely surrendered to their supposed divinity, he was apparently just like their old god from ages ago, they were really enjoying his presence here,

As the party continued amidst the euphoria, the tribal werewolves howled in excitement as they marched and carried Stary, taking him in an impromptu parade towards the tent of the tribe's leader wolf,

The tribe located in a picturesque setting, with majestic mountains and a lush forest, around the tribe of Runic Wolves built their homes and settlements in a style that seemed to have come from a Viking influence but with mystical elements,

The houses of the Rune Wolves tribe are made of sturdy wood and stone, with peaked roofs covered in thatch, every house Stary passed by was adorned with carved details of runes and mystical symbols, representing the moon, night and stars,

After a short walk, they arrived at the imposing tent of the leader wolf, it was a large, decorated structure of exuberant size, with tribal symbols carved into each beam, and with stone block pillars. The double oak doors were open, revealing a spacious interior filled with wolves, both warriors and elders, who had gathered to witness Stary's arrival and see this curious event,

The wolves made way for Stary, allowing him to enter the tent, as if for their leader to be the first one the fox should speak to,

Upon entering, Stary was greeted by a majestic-looking wolf, with thick fur and a piercing gaze. Was it the alpha wolf?

There definitely had to be an alpha wolf, after all they were wolves right?

"A Kirysiny after ages returns, finally honoring us with his presence," said the alpha wolf in a solemn tone,

Stary looks around, the hall was richly decorated, with tapestries displaying scenes of heroic battles, runes and ancient symbols embroidered in bright colors, in the center of the hall, there was a large oak table, surrounded by benches carved with intricate details, on the walls Hanging with pride were shields and ornate weapons, giving grandeur and importance to the tribe that Nyla was part of,

The alpha wolf sat on a carved wooden chair at the top of a raised platform, he had white fur, whiter than Nyla's, which was already white, wow, his fur was white, almost silver, he had fur silver, deep blue eyes like, guess what, the moon, and he wore exuberant black armor to contrast with the darkness of the night, with rudas in his arms he held a giant spear made with blue crystals and noble steel,

"Lyor, all this time, since I was a little wolf running through the mountains, I have heard stories about your great wisdom and extraordinary abilities. Tell us, what do you want from us? How can we help you?" the leader says,

A moment of silence fills the room, leaving all the wolves around extremely curious, everyone in the tribe was watching, there were even wolves snooping through the windows, curious to see how this story unfolded,

Stary could see the curiosity and caution in the tribe leader's eyes, he had to give a worthy answer, he sits down and prepares his speech,

"Well hi, my name is Stary, I kind of woke up in a temple in the forest…" Stary says shyly,

But before he can finish speaking, the wolf slams his spear into the ground, using the resulting force to stand up, and says with a hearty laugh,

"Stary? welcome!, sorry but everyone already knows about your arrival, you showed up here three days ago, all injured, we were just waiting for you to wake up" he says laughing,

"You don't look so good, but you're standing, what a resilient Kristiny you are!" he says approaching Stary with a unique accent,

He gets closer, walking towards Stary, the closer he got, the more scared the fox became, if Nyla was strong and she said she was weak, this wolf who was the leader could kill him in a matter of moments, he was so strong as he seemed to be,

Stary closes her eyes with apprehension only to moments later feel the giant wolf's snout touching her chest giving her a sniff,

"Really, you smell like a fox!" the leader shouts, moving away from Stary quickly, scared,

"You are really one of the Kirysiny, I have never smelled you before! As a leader I know the smell of every living creature in this world, birds, and amphibians, but I have never smelled yours. Sorry for the distrust, I had to see if you didn't it was a hoax," the leader says,

While Stary looks on, trembling what could happen if he smells different, and he was a fake, which he is! Stary sees in front of him the alpha wolf, leader of the tribe, bowing in front of him, as a sign of reverence,

"Sorry, Stary, Sorry" the giant wolf was literally bowing in front of him,

"It is our tradition, before the guiding moon appears in the sky, to send young men on the great journey to the ancient temple of the Kiry, left in time by your people, exactly where they found you however..." he stops for a moment growling towards the ground ,

"That night, there was no moon, and all the young people died except for a wolf and you…" he says with guilt in his words,

"Sorry to put you through this Lyor fallen from the stars, don't get me wrong, we are very happy to have you here, your presence now gives us hope in this dark moment for the Runic Wolves" the leader says, trying to put together words to forgive himself,

"Nyla, a white wolf was with you right?" the wolf says, looking at Stary waiting for her answer,

"Yes, I know about Nyla, she has green eyes, right? she helped me…" Stary stops for a moment still feeling the pain from the claw wound,

"From our entire Moonlight Clan, we sincerely apologize, Stary Lyor, Nyla is now officially banned! Three days ago you arrived at our gate half dead, the same blood as the marks on your back, it's the same blood on her claws, Nyla admitted everything, she shamed everyone, she was supposed to have saved you, and brought you to safety however, she almost killed a message of peace, her mistake is also ours… sorry!" the leader says, with anger in his words,

Stary was stunned by the tribe leader's words, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, Nyla, the gentle wolf who helped and guided him here, was now banished and accused of trying to kill him?

Stary didn't know what to feel, had she really done this to him? would she hurt him to such an extent that he almost died?

"Look, I'm sorry too, I know you guys are having problems, half of the problems must be the humans in that city, right?, and I want you all to know that I also saw when the demon attacked the wolves that were carrying me…" Stary stops for a moment looking back, seeing the sad looks of the crowd at his words, he could at least bring peace, for the lives their tribe lost, it was a delicate situation, but he could certainly bring momentary peace to them, even if minimal,

"They fought!" Stary shouts, "They fought until the last minute, they tried to honor all of you, even though it was impossible, they fought… even Nyla…"

"It wasn't their fault for capturing me, they didn't know who I was, Nyla really protected me... I just wanted... to apologize too" Stary says sadly, looking back at the leader,

"I'll help however I can, I want you to know, I'm not here to cause alliances or fear, I just don't want to give everyone the wrong impression, I want to help as much as possible, just like my people have done in the past" Stary says trying his best maximum step into the role of a kind god,

Stary's words hung in the air and a heavy silence enveloped the crowd, the leader of the wolf tribe, still kneeling before him, looked up with a mixture of sadness and wisdom in his eyes,

"I…" Stary stops for a moment, out of breath, Stary falls a little to the ground, tired, trying to regain his balance,

"Hey" suddenly a voice shouts from the back of the room, it was the shaman, Althea, who runs through the front door, heading towards the now fallen Stary,

"I told you, he's still very tired, I know partying is cool, but stay away, he's not fully healed yet, wow, he only woke up a minute ago, and you're already partying?" she says, lecturing everyone present,

"Aryndor, what are you thinking? I go out for a second to get him medicine, and when I come back the fox is already in the middle of everyone giving a speech!" Althea says looking at the leader, now standing up from her kneeling position,

"Come on, Stary, okay? Can you get up?" she says trying to lift Stary off the ground,

Stary really was finished, the claw marks were burning like fire! his senses were confused, he was so tired he could sleep for hours, but something wasn't letting him close his eyes, someone, and that someone was Nyla,

He still couldn't believe what she did to him, Stary really wished he could be strong like her one day, he didn't know anything about her past, and he couldn't even fight or do anything useful, it seems like all he knew how to do these last few days since he woke up on this planet, he was walking after her, and running,

Stary puts all his remaining strength into trying to stand up, with his violet eyes so tired he looks towards Aryndor, and then looks back to see the countless wolves who were looking at him with concern, his mind was now racing. fading, but he still had the strength to say one last sentence before going back to sleep,

"Let's not just dwell on mistakes and tragedies… Ny la, I want…friends…" Stary can't finish his sentence, and faints in the process again,

Aryndor, the leader of the wolf tribe, stood at the center of the crowd, his gaze moving between Stary's still form and the sea of ​​worried faces around him,

"Friends?" Aryndor spoke, his voice full of remorse,

"The celebration can wait, for now, let's focus on healing him." Althea says,

Darkness, did he faint again? he just hopes he doesn't stay like this for three days, things had gotten really crazy, until the wolf tribe seemed cool, who knows this being a god thing might not work for him, he had the power to unite these wolves, heal their wounds and lead them to a better tomorrow,

He could even ask them to help him build his ship one day, but for now, it was better for him to surrender to serenity, rest, and wait for his body as well as his heart to improve, one day at a time,

You can't sleep forever!

The day passed quickly and Stary remained in a deep sleep, his body gradually regaining its strength under Althea's watchful care, during his waking moments, Stary found himself pondering, was he really okay? Did your treasure map really exist deep down? Wasn't building a ship and going to the planet a very big dream, too big even for him?

Finally!, after hours Stary fully woke up, his eyes opening to the soft glow of the moonlight right above him, he was now lying in what looked like some sort of temple!

"You're awake, Stary," she said with a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, better I guess? what happened?" Stary asks looking around,

Small luminescent crystals, strategically placed around it, emit a soft and bright light, creating an enchanted environment, these crystals seemed to capture the essence of the night and radiated sparkling colors, as if they contained a piece of the starry sky inside,

"You passed out! They took you too soon to see the leader, your body wasn't ready yet," Althea says,

"Wow, I hope I didn't sleep for three days again!" Stary states, with hope,

"Speaking of which, do you know where Nyla is?" he asks, trying to get up,

"Calm down, this will come with time, try to get up calmly, look at this night, the moment when the moon takes care of the world, and silence takes over, this is not the time to be hasty" the shaman says, she seems to be I knew a lot, I really knew a lot,

"You should be able to get up now, if you want to leave I won't stop you, you are Lyn, you can go wherever you want, just try to be careful, the moonlight recharges your energy, if you want you can walk around, the tribe You're half asleep, there are still some wolves and she-wolves awake, just try not to exert yourself and pass out again, okay?" Althea talks nonchalantly about releasing Stary so suddenly,

"I'm really feeling a lot better... thank you, I have a lot of questions..." Stary stands up looking at Althea, as the moonlight bathes her body,

"Of course you can ask whatever you want, we have all the time in the world, the night is eternal!" she responds by sitting down to make herself more comfortable for the questions,

"I'm really very curious, about many things, but there's something that my heart tells me to ask right away, something more important…" Stary says, trying not to sound desperate, as he already is!

"Where is Nyla?" Althea says, guessing Stary's question, "Do you want to go after her? Curious… even though she hurt you?"

"Yes" Stary looks with determination,

"Okay" she says getting up from the ground, Althea was actually taller than Stary, she had a whole mystical and ancient air, she certainly knew these things, he should ask her one of these days about the planet, it seemed like she would have the answers to everything about the world,

"At the moment we are in the mountain temple, the wolves with insomnia are brought here to bathe in the light of the two smaller moons they help to cure their anguish, the exit is there Stary, turning into the road ahead, after the training center, soon Near the north gate you will find, near the forest, where Nyla is trapped… good luck!" she says,

"And one more thing, I sewed your clothes while you slept, now they are no longer tattered like before, I was already planning to make you clothes while you slept there in the cabin, but I see that you picked them up before be ready" she lets out a laugh, "really if I need to ask anything else, I'll either be here, or at the healing hut,"

"Thank you, you really helped me a lot, you seem like a complete doctor, thank you!" Stary says, shaking himself off, and running towards the exit of the temple, excited to meet Nyla,

As he walked along the road illuminated by the soft light of the two smaller moons, he noticed the tranquility that permeates the village of wolves, it was calm, simple, but it had its charm, Stary didn't know if in his previous life he was rich, or if he lived in some city or something, but he knew, he sure loved the vibe of this place,

The night was magical, the starry sky stretched above, dotted with unknown constellations, the outskirts of the village were adorned by a dense forest, whose trees stood majestically, hiding the tribe in the middle of the landscape,

The wooden huts, lit by torches and fires, seemed welcoming and safe, the soft sound of laughter and hushed conversations echoed in the air, proving that even at night, life also went on,

As he approached what looked like the center of the tribe, Stary saw in the center a large statue with several rune markings, representing the image of a wolf made of black stone, the wolf looked up at the sky, sort of looking for something, while another ugly white rock was next to him looking down with sad appearance,

The large center of the tribe had some of the same crystals that Stary woke up in, it was a really beautiful statue, he had never seen anything like it until now, in front of him the area around the statue had several inhabitants of the tribe, walking and talking, some senses in improvised bonfires, others carrying things,

Stary was very tempted to go there, look at the statue closer, maybe even socialize with some of the wolves, he felt embraced by the energy of the community, a feeling of belonging and welcome, but now was not the time for that,

Following the opposite path, Stary runs towards the tribe's wall, it was giant made of wooden logs, he was following all the instructions that the shaman said, he can't deny it, his heart is eager to see Nyla again, he just wanted know if she was okay, and show that he was okay too,

Running a little alongside the makeshift wall, he finally arrives at the northern gate of the wolf tribe! crossing the imposing wooden arch, he finds himself in front of a dense forest that stretches beyond the horizon,

His heart beats hard in his chest, eager to find his friend and alleviate the anguish that consumes him, now running like the wind, he has just passed the training center, every step he feels, he is closer,

The trail becomes narrower as Stary enters the forest, as he walks, he the wind passing through the leaves of the trees, everything was calm, but the sight he would see would break his heart,

Your footsteps echo alone, and the crunch of dry leaves beneath your feet seems to echo the distress in your heart, but something new appears in the middle of the forest. He finally finds Nyla!

And then, a clearing in the darkness of the forest appears, he sees her, standing around several other empty trunks, this Nyla, tied to a solitary trunk, alone,

Her body fragile and unprotected, her expression desolate, Stary only sees her white fur in the moonlight, he immediately runs to meet her,

Nyla, with her tired and sad eyes, quickly sees Stary approaching, but she turns her face at the same speed, unable to look at him due to embarrassment,

Stary approaches slowly, feeling a lump form in his throat, he sits a few centimeters in front of her, his heart sinks, he wants to hug her, tell her everything is okay, but his scar now reminds him of that afternoon, and immediately he looks away, not knowing what to say,

Looking at her again, his heart breaks to see Nyla so vulnerable, a shadow of the strong and fearless wolf she used to be, if he really slept for three days, was she here all this time?

"Nyla…" Stary says, while looking sadly at her,

Nyla is still avoiding him, her legs and hands were tied, the wind was blowing her fur, creating the same pattern as when Stary met her that day, her eyes were closed, as if Stary's presence there caused fear and sadness. to her,

"Hey...Nyla, I'm...you...hi?" Stary says, unable to find words to say,

After all, what should he say, he didn't know who to trust anymore, she betrayed him, but his heart screamed for help, really in his entire life, Stary didn't know what to do, try to talk, or just leave ,

After long hours of silence, Stary decides to move, he walks slowly towards Nyla, hoping that this will make her have some reaction,

At that moment Nyla raises her eyes to meet Stary's, and in them he sees a mixture of disbelief and vulnerability, she quickly begins to despair with each step the fox takes towards her,

"I'm sorry…" she says, trying to shake herself and run away, not wanting to face the responsibility, she really thought that Stary would curse her, in a way she would even prefer that, it was what she deserved,

"I didn't mean to…I didn't…" Nyla looks with tears in her eyes at the image of Stary walking towards her,

The guilt was unbearable, and Stary saw it very well, the white wolf in front of him almost killed him, but deep down he knew that as much as he wanted to punch her to get revenge, his heart screamed seeing the image of Nyla crying in front of you,

"Stary…you cared about me, I'm sorry…" Nyla says having a panic attack, when she sees him,

Deep down she was waiting for something, a punch, a hit, a curse, that was such a desperate moment for her, she thought that Stary had died, deep down she cried more because she knew he was okay, but the guilt... weighed heavily in your wolf heart,

She closes her eyes in fear of what might happen, deep down she was scared that she was having some hallucination, she had been without sleep for six days and without eating for three days, deep down the Stary in front of her couldn't be real, could it?

But reality knocks on the door!, Nyla feels something on her waist, looking down the sight of Stary surprises her, with a slight thump, not enough to hurt, Stary leans her head gently against it, letting a few tears fall on her white fur. Nyla,

"Nyla… I'm sorry, I was just trying to be your friend" Stary says now also not holding back her tears,

Nyla had never seen him cry like that, at that moment she felt the strongest feeling of her life, for some reason she felt that Stary cared about her, finally someone cared about her, and for some other reason, their souls were both desperate to be each other's friends,

"Hey Stary, no..., I'm to blame here, you don't deserve this" Nyla cries with shame, she had to open her heart, the guilt was now unbearable,

"Stary… I'm so glad you're okay little fox" she now speaks to her soul,

"I'm sorry…but" she cries looking up at the stars above, "I'm sorry Stary…I always wanted to be your friend!"

"Please forgive me" she screams now sobbing loudly,

The two hug, Stary wraps his paws around his waist, while crying, he also says,

"Me too, I liked you when we saw you" Stary says, crying back,

Their souls were finally able to express their feelings!

As the two hugged, tears and sobs mixed in the air, echoing through the silent forest, Stary and Nyla were surrendered to the intensity of that moment, letting their souls connect amidst the darkness,

It was as if somehow, the two wanted to become friends from the beginning, Stary still had a depth of resentment, and Nyla still had guilt in her heart, but they knew that together they could make an effort, Stary really didn't hold any grudges against her, he I would try anyway, now on Nyla's part, she felt like she had to prove herself to Stary,

Nyla no longer cared about the tribe, nor the tournament, all she wanted from now on was to get out of the abusive forceful relationship that her tribe forced on her, and do her best to create bonds with Stary, she felt, that fox had something special,

Stary was her destiny! she felt it, deep in her soul, and she wanted to stay by his side,

Finally, with the tears drying, Stary and Nyla pulled away enough to face each other, Their eyes reflected the pain of the past, both Stary with her violet eyes and Nyla with her green eyes, the two were weak in a way, more true friendships do not choose virtues,

"Stary, I promise that I will do everything to be loyal, to show that I am capable of being a true friend to you… I promise!" Nyla says while looking at Stary,

"It's okay Nyla, did you know I missed you? Yeah, for some reason, I felt like you would be a good friend that day, you know?" Stary speaks while letting out a smile of happiness,

"I enjoyed talking to you all these days, I know I only met you three days ago, but for some reason, I felt comfortable around you" Stary says, blinking her eyes, to recover from past tears,

"Okay, come on, let's get you out of this log, you must be in a bad way, relax and I'll take care of you!" the fox says, Stary goes around the log, and starts chewing the ropes behind, first releasing Nyla's legs,

While trying to reach the top of the torso to free his hands, Nyla decides to talk to him more, clarify some things,

"I missed you too, I have to confess something to you too…" Nyla says embarrassed,