I just couldnât resist writing out a scene for this super cute comic. Â Enjoy!
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Jaskier was walking down a road in some nameless town when he first saw it.
A massive white wolf keeping pace just beside him like a reverse shadow. Â
If he had a lick of intelligence, he probably would have been frightened, but instead he found himself turning to face the creature directly only to have it disappear again. Â He frowned, turning in place for some sign of the massive beast, but was alone again. Â Strange.
The next time the wolf appeared, he was in the process of getting his ass kicked by a group of unhappy tavern patrons. Â Apparently singing of abortions in a lighthearted manner was not acceptable for some. Â Either way, it wasnât long before theyâd found him outside the inn with only his lute to protect him.
There was a flash of white in the corner of his eye that moved closer just as the man closest to him landed a kick to the bardâs stomach.
Jaskier wheezed, curling in on himself.
âNot so talkative now, are you?â one of them rasped, laughing at the soft sounds of pain that the smaller man couldnât seem to smother. Â
Whatever they would have said next was drowned out by the sensation of heat along his side and soft fur against his skin. Â Jaskier flinched and opened his eyes to stare up into yellow eyes. Â The wolf looked him over with something close to worry before turning toward the retreating back of his attackers with a low growl.
Jaskierâs voice sounded rough and grating with pain when he licked his lips and spoke to the strange creature. Â âIf youâre going to eat me, I guess Iâll be tender now.â
The wolf flicked an ear at him dismissively. Â Somehow the gesture made him smile.
âAm I going crazy? Â Seeing things or are you really here?â he whispered, some part of him rejecting the possibility of what was in front of him.
He knew the tale as well as any bard.  How souls could manifest as spirit animals and guides to walk with the matching piece of their heart.  A connection to keep each partner from being truly alone until they found one another.  A reminder that they had someone waiting for themâŚsomewhere.
Slowly, breath trapped in his throat, Jaskier reached out to gently close the distance between them and let his fingers sink into the thick fur. Â The wolf rumbled something almost like a purr and shifted to settle more heavily against Jaskierâs side. Â He nosed at the bruise blooming dark on his cheek and licked away a happy tear from his chin.
Pain forgotten, Jaskier threw his hands around the wolfâs neck, grinning into the fur. Â His smile widened when the beast accepted the display of affection with begrudging patience.
âI canât wait to meet you.â
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Somewhere deep beneath the earth in an abandoned mine shaft infested with rotfiends, a Witcher scowled at the tiny bird that seemed to be determined to make a nest in the long strands of his hair. Â It paused long enough to trill a sweet song loud enough that Geralt heard a howl echoing from the monsters in the distance.