Drinking the water I leaned my head down, lapping up a few gulps before I accidentally caught sight of my own reflection. I've hated my reflection ever since the incident. Pro tip for your life:don't tick off powerful witches and don't get turned into a wolf. It sucks quite a bit.

An electrical zapping noise deafened out all other noise before seeming to be sucked into a vacuum. Spinning I was slapped in the face by a wave of salty and fishy ocean air washing over me only to quickly subside into the normal leafy forest smell.

Curious and confused I began to cautiously walk forward, sniffing the air for any signs of danger. Magic was definitely heavily involved in this, but hey, when you live in the Enchanted Forest it really is in the name.

At last I found what seemed to have been left behind, a human. More specifically a boy. Humans, well humans are generally bad news for me. They mean arrows and spears or swords, all things I really do not want piercing me. They are quite literally a pain.

But the boy seemed to be unconscious and I couldn't just leave him there. Getting closer I could smell blood and could see a dark stain spreading out from his chest. His clothing was an odd mix of green and brown rags stitched together with no apparent order.

Edging closer I could see that he was very faintly breathing, though listening I couldn't hear a heartbeat. Curious, but sometimes it seems people choose to not keep their hearts in them which isn't an unwise choice from my experience. The body is a far too common and fragile place to keep such a precious thing in.

Studying his face I realized that he was actually quite handsome with high cheekbones and a curved nose and small mouth. His hair was a tawny color and his skin seemed to be lightly tanned. He was probably around eighteen or so, though I've lost my touch with guessing ages.

Getting within a few inches of his sprawled form I was both terrified and relieved when he stirred slightly. His eyes opened, revealing them to be a complimentary green, but that was where the peacefulness ended. He saw me standing there and automatically grasped for a knife I had failed to see tucked into his boot, and so I jerked back and headed deeper into the forest.

I had done almost everything I could do by simply checking on him. Paws aren't exactly the easiest things to use for treating wounds. So he had lost some blood and probably had a concussion. It wasn't my job to take care of him.

And there was the nagging guilt. I slowed to a walk and glanced back to see him looking ever so lost.He had laid the knife down in the leaves and seemed to be rubbing his head with the tips of his fingers. He slowly stood up, and then with a look of childish defeat, sat back down.

I left then, afraid that he wasn't as injured as he appeared, and would come after me. It's was a foolish fear I know, but I couldn't shake the ingrained feeling of humans equal bad news.

Hunting down a rabbit I was about to settle in for yet another meal of raw meat when I recovered another wave of guilt. I had no reasons to feel guilty except for the fact that I had left a bloodied boy alone in a forest full of hungry creatures. No reason to feel guilty at all.

Letting out a defeated huff I picked up my meal, realizing that I wouldn't be able to have a settled stomach until I resolved this matter. I followed my scent trail back to the place he last was, and half to my surprise he was still there. He had built a small fire in the ground and scraped the leaves away from it.

Looking closely I couldn't decide if it was the glow of the setting sun or fire, or crying that tinged the corners of his eyes a raw red. Quietly moving closer opposite the fire of him I held my head towards the ground in as non-aggressive position as I could.

He noticed me when I was four or five feet from the fire, and seemed to instinctively grab for his knife on the ground, but stopped when he saw me skitter away from it. I edged closer as he hovered above grabbing it.

When I was two or so feet from the fire I placed the rabbit on the ground, nudged it towards him with my nose, and then ran for it. I dodged trees at a nerve-wracking pace, even though I knew he wasn't going to follow.

Stopping, I decided that I would check back on him in the morning. Until then, I had some hunting to do.

•••Authors Notes•••

So this is just a project I started on for fun so I'm not so sure if the rating will stay the same or how long it will be. If you're confused it's taking place after Regina broke Pans curse and he's (clearly) still alive but was transported to the enchanted forest like the rest of them. I'm trying my best to portray Pan as how I think he would have reacted after everything he's been through/done. I'm open to helpful criticism and reviews are always appreciated.