One evening, When the moon was bright and the night still, I had gotten this urge to explore the nearby forest.
I'd stepped outside, And before long, Had skipped a third of the way there.
The air was brimming with energy whilst the trees were calling my name, Enticing me closer-!
But I couldn't.
See, A few feet ahead of me were these two serious dachsbun.
I couldn't tell you where they came from, But they were stood in the middle of the path And eyeballing me hard.
My idiotic self knew they weren't about to chase me down or harm me, So had continued near the path's edge.
Still the same distance as before, The two stepped in my path.
Again. And again. And again.
Knowing when I was beaten, I turned around, Jokingly calling out to the forest that I would be back!
It darkened in return.
Only then did the two fairies come nearer. They pretty much guided me back to my cousin's place, Waiting for me to go inside.
A minute or so after I walked in, I sneakily opened the door to see them staring me down.
'Fine! I won't go, okay?' I told them.
They took me at my word and disappeared after that.
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.
.
Not long after, I heard the sound of a successful pack's howl.
The next morning, the news spoke of a death within said successful pack's territory.
.
I still wanted to go.