Lyra was a little younger when she found him. She was out wandering around in the rain, soaking up the moisture in the air. It always made her feel better to be in the rain. Like each drop fueled her energy and lifted her spirits. Her mother was an elemental witch and her father was a lunar witch. She always felt more comfortable barefoot in the wood under the moonlight and more so in the rain around her favorite element.
She was wandering too far from the coven, again, when she heard something soft, broken breathing beneath the trees. It always crushed her to something hurt or broken. When she pulled the branches aside, she saw a little boy with thick matted bloody black curls plastered to his forehead and bright blue eyes too big for his face.
He saw her and panic ran through him, his eyes glowing bright blue with his wolf spirit behind him telling him to run.
With shaking hands, he snatched a small knife his dad left him, too big for him, and slashed wildly, screaming through tears. Lyra dropped to her knees instantly as she stared curiously at the wolf behind him. Sensing her coven, who's trying to find her again she hurriedly said,
"No, no—hey," she whispered urgently. "Puppy, it's okay—hide. Hide or they'll hear you."
He looked at her like safety didn't matter anymore.
She pulled him into the brush just as voices passed nearby, not wanting her coven to hurt the poor wolf more.
When the danger was gone, she wrapped her arms around him before she even realized she was doing it.
He shook like a leaf , flinching at the sudden gentle embrace.
From that day on, she kept coming back, curious about the little puppy.
She brought food. Clean water. Quiet stories her coven would share during ceremonies. Gentle healing magic that glimmered soft green instead of burning. She brought him toys that did only the simple magic like lights coming out of a page or the dancing monkey made them laugh so hard their stomach hurt. He finally started to sleep without fear.
He called her his little moon because she came at night just like the moon and the goddess that they both shared and made things feel comfortable and safe.
She called him puppy because even when she saw his massive wolf spirit behind him, he still looked like a puppy in her eyes.
Eventually she had to lead him to the edge of the forest where his pack was. She knew at the bottom of her heart that he was not hers and a witch and wolf shouldn't be friends