Woodie/Wolfgang (The Curse)
The crickets chirped throughout the cold fall's night, and a nearby owl could be heard making noise in the trees. Wolfgang was wide awake, unable to sleep due to a gut feeling he couldn't figure out. Was it worry? Was he just hungry? He couldn't quite put his finger on it. He sat up, carefully walking past the other tents to not wake the other campers. Wolfgang picked up a torch as he walked by the fire pit, walking out into the nearby pine forest. He took in the familiar sights and smells, taking a deep breath of the cool, crisp air. He sighed, until he heard loud, scampering footsteps. "Who is there?" He called out, quickly turning around, pointing his torch into the darkness. "Hounds? Charlie? Who is it?"
He could soon smell wet fur, and the smell only got stronger as the creature approached. He then realized that Woodie's axe, whom was lovingly named Lucy, was right by his feet. He picked up the axe, watching as a large beaver approached. The creature was about 7 feet tall on all fours, watching with curious eyes. It had a familiar mustache, and was wearing some form of overalls. "Woodie?" The strongman replied, setting Lucy down on a rock and approaching the beaver. The creature sat down, tail gently hitting the wet grass as it wagged, leaning into Wolfgang's extended hand.
"How long have you been out here on your own? You must be so lonely.." Wolfgang muttered, petting Woodie's fur. "No worries, I will take care of you" He smiled, patting the beaver's neck.
They walked together through the night, Woodie gnawing on sticks and branches while Wolfgang gathered extra food and resources for the camp. Their plan was to wait out this curse until morning, and go back to rest afterwards, so it was going to be a long process.
As the sun rose over the pine forest, Woodie could be found back in his human form, sleeping in the grass. Thankfully he was clothed, but Wolfgang could hear his stomach growl. He carefully picked up the canadian, carrying the axe in his free hand as he walked back to camp.
Once Woodie ate his fill, Wolfgang laid him down on his bedroll, tucking him in with a beefalo fur blanket. "Rest, you need it" He said softly, running his fingers through the man's ginger hair.
Just as the lumberjack fell asleep, Wolfgang laid beside him, wrapping his arms around the man and finally succumbing to sleep. Both of them had slept until the warmth of the afternoon sunlight had filled their tent.