Although I couldn’t see, something told me that I definitely wasn’t alone in the cellar.

Let me back up a bit. I’m Luna Blackwood- a witch. I live near the haunted woods with my family. There was said to be an beast running wild in the woods. They saw something run into the celler during the storm, so of course they put me down here to deal with it. They always do that: put me in the center of danger. Anyways, let’s continue shall we?

It was probably the heavy breathing I heard that made it clear. It sounded like they had been running, scared, or maybe both. It was a bit hard to tell even though it was almost completely silent in the cellar. I heard its footsteps come closer to me. Light. They weren't heavy like my parents or even my siblings. I back up a couple steps, putting me closer to the wall behind me.

"W-whos there...?" I mumbled I heard a tiny whimper, like something or someone was injured. It sounded more dog-like than anything

moved forward a few steps. I heard another whimper, this time louder.

"Where are you....?" I asked. Nothing came that time other than more ragged breathing I moved forward again until my boot finally kicked something furry and a loud whine came from it. Him. I could tell they were small. Small enough not to do much damage. I crouched down, using my hand to feel what was on the ground. It was furry. I was certain what it was as soon as I felt his fur- a wolf. Not a huge one, a small sized one. Barely five years old.

“Awe you poor thing. How did you get down here? You shouldn’t be here, it’s a bit dangerous for someone like you. Especially with my family. Don’t worry though. I’m not going to hurt you. My name’s Luna. Its nice to meet you, little one.” I scooped the wolf up in my arms, being as gentle as possible when doing so. When the wolf was settled against me, I started to carefully make my way back, climbing up the stairs as I went.

When I reached the top, I pushed the wooden doors open and they flopped to the size. The sudden bright sunlight made me close my eyes and i instinctively covered up the wolf’s eyes as well. When my eyes were finally adjusted to the light, I walked out and as soon as I did, a giant gust of wind pushed me to the side, away from the cellar doors.

“Seems like Zephyrus is out playing today. Hmm, Zephyr-us… What if I called you Zephyr?” The wolf seemed to smile at that and so did I. “Zephyr it is!” I announced. I walked some more away from the cellar doors, more into the forest, and sat Zephyr down on a stump. When I did, Zephyr let out a whine of pain, like it hurt when I sat him down. Because of this, I examined Zephyr, trying to find why he was wimpering.

One of the traps in the basment had scraped him badly. “Aw, poor thing. Luckily its an easy fix.” I placed my palm just above Zephyr’s leg and he was healed. And just like that, I had a friend for life.