Many years later, when the little huntsman was, well not so little anymore, he was about thirty years old. In the middle of the night, the wolf noticed that he was crying in his sleep. The wolf walked up to him and nudged him awake and whimpered as if it was asking "What's wrong?"
"I had this most intense dream, but only it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. It was my parents, when they abandoned me. My father, he was carrying my mother away, she shouted to me, 'Find us.' It's almost as if she was forced to give me up, it seemed like she wanted me, but my father didn't. We have to find them; I need to follow my mother's order. Maybe she still wants me as her son!" the huntsman sat up quickly and grabbed his things. He loaded a deer skin bag with food and some extra clothes. He also grabbed his bow and arrow. "Come on boy," he said, motioning for the wolf to come, let's go find my parents!"
It was a long trek that took many days and nights, they encountered many problems, but solved them easily. They stopped to sleep only a few times when they were really tired. The Huntsman began to lose hope, his legs were tired, his wolf was tired, and even if he did find his parents, he probably wouldn't even be able to recognize them, he only remembers what they look like from his dream, but that was thirty years ago, they have probably changed a lot.
The Huntsman and his wolf were very tired, hungry, and wanted to take something people called a bath. The people in the town had always offered to share their shower, but not knowing what it was very well, he decided to turn down the offer. But now, he wanted one.
They walked for what seemed like forever, they weren't even trying to look for the huntsman's parents anymore, they wanted shelter. They wanted people that could take care of them; they wanted a place to rest.
One morning, when they had been sleeping, they woke up to a horrifying smell. The huntsman sat up, and sniffed the air.
"Smoke," he whispered to himself, "there could be a fire!" He thought about what he had just said and looked at the smoke in the distance, "No, not a fire, but a fireplace!" a smile crept across his face; he stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder and nudged the wolf with his foot. Once the wolf was awake, the huntsman soon ran towards the smoke, the wolf soon followed.
They soon reached the house with the smoke coming out of it and the huntsman knocked on the door. A woman, followed by a man answered the door. They were about fifty years of age; they looked very familiar to the huntsman. He stared at them for a while but finally said,
"Mom, Dad, is that really you?" The huntsman was in shock, but he was pretty sure it was them.