Megan, a young teen of about 16 in training to become a witch, even though she was really bad at magic, was in the forest nearby her small cottage. She was lost...again. This was the third time she had lost her way this WEEK. "Craaaaaaap" she groaned, looking about. Megan heard a squeak and turned her head towards it, a mouse. Useful for nothing but making noise and eating all your cheese. There was another mouse next to it. Megan's eye twitched as she muttered a small incantation, which subsequently caused the mice to spontaneously combust. Fire magic was Megan's speciality...that and making a really nice stew.Megan looked around and sighed."Next order of business, getting the heck out of this frigging forest." She looked around and set off in a random direction.

Lurking in the forest was a small wolf, he was used to he unpredictable nature of the woods so watched as his mice were tured into a blaze. Stepping out he calmly said "Hello madam"

Megan squeaked and spun around. "Holy crap! When'd you get there?!?"

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It's cool @User, sorry about the late reply