The pixies
saw this, and quickly flew between Arthur and the wolf’s jaws, catching Arthur
and lifting him away. They brought him in another tree and went back to fight
the wolf. They jabbed at it with such speed that the wolf didn’t have enough
time to kill any pixies. The pixies buzzed around it, jabbing, as the wolf
swatted the air with a paw, unable to get any. Finally, the pixies all formed a
circle around the wolf, and went in for the kill.
They
returned safely, and up until the end of the forest Arthur told everyone about
the wolf. At the end of the forest was a calm dirt road, the only place with
few monsters or creatures. In fact, for the past month, there hadn’t been any
except for three, and with that in mind, they took the dirt road, knowing that
it was their best option.
They
walked along exchanging stories and jokes to pass the time, not to mention the
singing (they did little of that, because, although the odds were slim, they
didn’t want to attract any monsters.) It was long, but they made it halfway across
the road before the sun started to set; then they camped for the night.