The year is 1620. stan swallowed, entering the forest. He and his father had moved to this small Irish town a few months ago. The thing was, there was a forest nearby full of wolves. Randy, his dad, had been hired by the lord protector to kill these wolves, and Stan wanted to help. Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed to leave the town, so he decided to sneak out with his pet falcon, sparky.

stan was beginning to have regrets about this, however. His blue eyes darted around anxiously, his short black hair blowing around despite being covered by his hood. Suddenly, a twig snapped, causing Stan to jump.

“W-Who’s there?!” he yelled, aiming his crossbow that the had brung at the rustling bushes.

very slowly, a short, reddish wolf with green eyes stalked out of the bushes curiously, causing Stan gasp.

“S-stay back! Or I’ll shoot you!” the wolf whimpered, shrinking back in fear as the bow was aimed at them. However, they were still curious and chose to keep stalking forward as Stan scrambled back. Stan yelped in pain as his foot got caught in a trap meant for the wolves.

He scrambled to aim his crossbow at the approaching wolf, but sparky kept flapping in front of it.

“Stop it, Sparky!” stan said, trying to shove him out of the way. He finally shot the arrow, but Sparky flew in front of the wolf, causing the arrow to slice through his wing. “NO!” Stan cried, watching the wolf turn it’s attention to the injured bird.

(Sorry this was long lol but it was needed so that the bot would understand the story)