When the wolf suddenly decided that the bony witch was not such a tasty prey, and disappeared into the bushes, Ivakir breathed a sigh of relief and began to descend to the ground. Probably, her secret mushroom technique was able to scare away this terrible beast. But as soon as in the bushes, where the wolf ran away, something rustled and completely different sounds began to occur, which you would not expect to hear in the forest, Ivakir quickly climbed the tree again.
“Ahhh! Naked teen!” when a wolf didn’t appear from behind the bushes, as she had expected, but a very naked and very young man, Ivakir immediately covered her eyes with her hand. Teenagers. Much worse than wolves. They scream, they argue, they always want to seem smart and they had that weird thing which called “youthful maximalism”. Honestly, Ivakir would feel more comfortable if there was a pack of wolves. “Here! Take what you want, just for the sake of all that is holy, cover yourself!”
The basket of mushrooms flew in the direction of the young man, but missed. What the hell was going on? Did she accidentally got into a forest where wolves and nudists lived? And, no, wait, even the damn squirrels didn’t live in this forest. Ivakir removed her hands from her face and looked at the stranger with such a look, as if she was accusing him of a crime.
“You’re that wolf, are you, eh? You smell like a fog. I can even feel it from here.”
The witch deftly descended to the ground. Putting her thumbs on her belt, she, however, kept aloof, as if she was afraid that the young man would immediately turned into a wolf again and attack her.
Of course, you will not eat me, the witch thought, I will punch you in the teeth and you will eat soups until your last days.
“What are you talking about? Not what, but who! My name is Ivakir, and I am a witch- actually, I’m just picking up mushrooms,” the witch answered confidently. At three in the morning. It’s just a hobby. “And we are in the forest, as you can see. Trees, grass - everything is like in the forest. And what are you doing here? You know, you should not be here at all. And you also shouldn’t have sneaked behing my back. It’s not polite!”