He lived off of the wild berries and the water from the stream. His way was living was not questioned since there was no one to question it. The days and months went by so fast that he could no longer keep track. He wasn't even sure how old he was at that point. Not that matter. The only thing that mattered was his forest, his happiness, the two things he had alone. He didn't build a log cabin or anything, he slept under the trees every night. On the days that it rained, he slept in a nearby cave but it wasn't the same.
Then, one seemingly normal day, he stumbled across a young woman laying on the ground. It had been a long time since he had seem a person and this person wasn't like the one of his reflection. The blood on her clothes and scratches on her back showed that she had been attacked by a wolf. It was only by luck that she had survived.
She wore up the next morning with a bandage over her wounds while a bowl of water and some berries were beside her. How she got there and what had happened seemed so fuzzy to her that when she got up she almost fell to the ground. "So maybe if I eat something I'll feel better" She said to herself with a small smile. She quietly ate the berries and drank the water, no caring where it came from or where it had been. Food and water were just that.
A few moments later, she stood up, stretching her arms above her head before leaving the spot. He sat there, watching her move. For a split second, he was thinking of going with her. Then he turned.
He was going to continue his simple life as she would go back to her life in the city without knowing who had saved her.
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