(Debra's P.O.V.) -2 years later-
I was resting upon my paws as I listened to Arthur's talk with the lord of Ipswich, curled around Arthur's chair. It was that time of meeting up with the lords of several towns, which is now. The lords are in charge of the towns, acting like modern mayors which Arthur was amused about.
Ever since the bonding spell that night, I had Arthur's memories collected and acknowledged by the end of the week, the same happened for Arthur with my memories. I learned that he grew up upon a farm, worked on chores, eventually became a squire when some knights passed through his hometown, which was Thetford. Upon a trip with his boss, he eventually met Merlin. He was surprised to hear that destiny awaited him, yet what, it was not known and realized until Excalibur.
He actually helped with the construction, helping out with his hands! He planned out plots and places for his people to grow far and near by Camelot. He never taxed his people needlessly or selfishly, wanting them to be self-sufficient and happy. In the spring every year, he goes out to all the towns to see how everything's going.
In return, he learned about my blissful childhood, the day that everything changed, the day my ex-mother left, my natural clumsiness, the shouting marthons of my father, occasional beatings, and the monthly bullying by my former school, the night I wished and vanished at the same time.
He often comforted me if I had occasional nightmares, and he brought back the child in myself in the games we'd play, in the real world, and our dreamland escape which happens if we focused upon it during breaks in the daytime, and before we'd go to bed.
We are truly best friends as I'd tell him anything, and vice versa from him as well. Arthur was happy to interpret for me to fellow knights, cooks, the neighbors outside the castle, and especially the children.
However, I told him not to do it beyond Camelot as there would be enemies who would take advantage of it in the worst situations if anything happens, and that goes as well for the lords. Oh, I trust them, but not as closely as I trust my king first of all.
Luckily, Arthur told the lords and strangers that I had saved his life from a deadly adder, and that I was his personal guard dog which is completely the truth, relieving me from having to lie or anything. A thump of a hand hitting the table startled me out of my thoughts and resting position.
"Did I hear correctly? A pack of wolves are harassing a farmstead and stealing their sheep?". Arthur's voice was cool steel. The lord gulped lightly, "Yes, my King. It first began upon the first warm day after winter broke out. 10 wolves at best.". I growled lightly.
Wolves?! Let's go! If I talk to these wolves, they would tell me why they're doing this. Arthur nodded solemnly, "Where is the farmstead? I and my knights will put a end to this.". The lord sighed, "A hour out of Ipswich, in the south. If you see a twisted willow tree, the farm's very close by.".
Arthur sighed lightly, "That's very good. Anything else we need to elaborate on?". The lord shook his head, "No, your majesty. I wish you a good journey, and be safe and well.". Arthur smiled as he stood up, shaking the lord's hand, "I wish you good luck on the current and new plans for Ipswich, Lord Fredrick.".
Lord Fredrick smiled softly, and I barked softly as I stood near Arthur. Arthur patted my head softly, "Hawthorn is very anxious to meet those wolves.". We then left, heading out of the Lord's manor, calling the knights over about the news of the wolves. I ran past Arthur's horse, sniffing as I went south, heading out of Ipswich, not worried as I am after all, Arthur's personal guard.
Granted, living as a dog took awhile to get used to, but I can say that it has good benefits, such as heightened senses and better speed. As I got further, I got the scent of wolves, close to the dogs in smell yet there's a scent of wildness in them, almost like a earthy smell.
I followed it quickly as I heard shouts and clobbering horseshoes behind me, realizing that Arthur and the knights are catching up, and soon enough, I saw the twisted willow tree. I growled lightly as the scent of the wolves are very fresh tonight. Arthur made it to my side, "Are they here?".
Yes, they are. Let me speak to them. I will let you know if something goes wrong. Arthur nodded, "Of course. Be careful, Debra.". I then ran quietly and quickly, hoping that nothing goes wrong. There's a reason for everything, and there has to be a reason why the wolves are doing this.
