Darkness began to chase away the light of the forest. Shadows lengthened and the wind that had once brought a warm breeze, now carried a chill.
Anna wasn't sure if she was shivering more from the cold, or her situation.
"What do you mean I can't go home? You chased away the fairies haven't you?" Anna crossed her arms, trying to control the tremors.
If Teak noticed her trembling, he said nothing. "That I did, but their spell still has a hold on you. You wouldn't be here otherwise."
Anna felt her heart drop. She slumped to her knees, dirtying the dress she had once tried to keep clean. This situation was too much, too strange, too enormous, she just wanted to go home. Tears filled her eyes, "Please, there must be something that you can do to help me!"
Teak tilted his head and looked off into the distance. After a few brief moments, he nodded as if he had settled on some decision.
Teak approached the girl as she sobbed and attempt to dry the tears from her eyes. He tilted his head down and began to whistle. A plume of smoke began to coil outwards from his mouth. This time, the vapour didn't make its way around his paws, but began to billow around the knees and legs of Anna.
Too caught up in her grief, Anna didn't notice Teak humming like a kettle, or notice the wispy smoke start to billow around her. It wasn't until the chill had been chased away and the smoke had completely enveloped her body, that she notice how tired she was. She was so very tired, and she was nice and warm now. She was still upset, but she would deal with all of it later - after she laid down on the soft ground, and took a long nap.
Teak continued to whistle, as the smoke covered his head, he took one last long look at his stump.
"Stay right there, " he said. "I'll be back to curl up next to you as soon as I can."
The stump remained unmoved by the promise.