He rode for days to get to the desert hills, where he encountered a wolf’s nest, five cubs and their mother. Without hesitation he pulled his sharp dagger and turned her offspring into orphans.
Wolf’s milk was a peculiar ingredient Merlin requested for his magic potion, he thought.
On his way back, he saw plants he had never seen before.
‘I should bring some home and who knows, Merlin could find some use for these too.’