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It was a cold morning in November and Calum Carnegie, a handsome man standing at about 6'2" was preparing for a hunting trip to the Caledonian Forest, which lays north of the Scottish Highlands. Calum was loading up his truck with all of his essentials for the trip such as; food and water, a tent to sleep in, extra clothes, supplies to make a fire, animal traps, and a few of his best hunting rifles. All the essentials at least. Together, these goods would help him last for the few days he would be spending in the forest. Of course, this was one of the many hunting trips Calum had taken to the Caledonian Forest, so Calum could see no reason why the trip wouldn't go successfully. After all, he didn't have any problems in the past. With this thought in mind, Calum had placed the last bit of food he would be needing in the truck and closed it up. He was ready to hit the road.
The drive to the Caledonian Forest wasn't too long. Calum had arrived in his usual camping area just before sundown. He would have enough time to set up his tent, make a campfire, and set up a few animal traps in hopes that something would find their way into them during the night while he slept. And surely enough, that's exactly how the routine went. Calum worked at setting up the tent shortly after making a campfire to keep warm, then wandered a little ways from his camp to place a few hidden traps. By that time, the sun had completely went down and Calum was using a flashlight that he brought to guide his way back to his small camp. But Calum realized that he wasn't alone in the forest. Of course, he never was. But this time, he was sure someone or something was following him back to his camp.
A snapping of a stick frightened Calum as he tried to speed toward the safety of his camp, where his rifles would be. As a result, the man spun around to shine his light in the direction where he heard the stick snap. His light caught a quick glimpse of a large animal just behind a few trees before it disappeared. Fearing that it was a predator of some sort that would pounce at any sudden movement, Calum froze, trying to keep his breathing steady. As he stood there, completely helpless, trees and bushes began to rustle as the creature came toward him. But then, it all stopped. Calum took in a deep breath and raised his flashlight to the dark figure that now stood before him. And all at once, Calum's fear turned into relief. A Scottish Beranhund was standing before him. It must've followed him in hopes of finding some source of food. Calum stared up and down at the large canine, completely amazed at first. This was up until he noticed that the Beranhund had a few cuts on his hind leg, and another on his side. They were fresh wounds, but minor ones. It would be a quick fix, especially for Calum. But first he had to get the Beranhund to follow him back to his camp first.
"Hey bud, I imagine you're pretty hungry, yeah? You've been following me for quite awhile. I imagine you thought I'd have something to eat. If you come with me, I'll get you something to eat." Calum spoke in a gentle tone to the Beranhund, offering it a smile as he spoke so that the Beranhund would know that he meant no harm.
"I'll also be happy to fix up those cuts for you while I'm at it. I'm sure they sting a little bit, right?" He motioned for the Beranhund to follow him. And surely enough, the Beranhund did follow, but at a distance. It was clear that the Beranhund still didn't completely trust Calum. Which was acceptable considering that he had grown up in the wild, as all Beranhunds do. Camp was just a short distance away, so it only took a few more minutes before Calum and the Beranhund arrived. As soon as they did, Calum walked over to his tent, where he disappeared inside of it for a short second, then came out carrying fresh meat for the Beranhund. However, Calum knew that the Beranhund wouldn't take it straight out of his hands. so instead he placed it on the ground in between the two of them, wanting the Beranhund to walk over to him by itself.
"Wow, you are a big one, aren't you?" Calum muttered as he looked over the Beranhund once again.
"Such an interesting species..." He would whisper to himself just as the Beranhund made its way over to the fresh meet that was placed in the middle of the two. As soon as the Beranhund reached the meat, he laid down and began to eat it. While the Beranhund ate, Calum took this time to get his first-aid kit and slowly approach the Beranhund with the supplies.
Don't mind me, I'm just going to patch up those wounds for you so they won't bother you anymore." Calum held up some bandages in his hand to show the Beranhund. And to his surprise, the Beranhund seemed to accept the help that Calum was offering. In fact, the Beranhund seemed to have calmed down a lot since he first came across Calum. The thought of this wonderful creature before him made Calum smile. He wanted to learn more.
"Alright, your wounds are patched up! You're free to go!" Calum said to the Beranhund in a cheerful voice as he stood up and took a step away from it. Soon after, the Beranhund stood up and looked at Calum. That's when Calum noticed that the Beranhund was in fact a male. But that's not the only thing that Calum had noticed. The Beranhund was now wagging his tail gently, like he was meaning to thank Calum for his help. Calum looked back up at the Beranhund and said:
"You're welcome." just before it made its way back into the woods.
Over the next couples of days, instead of hunting, Calum began to observe the Beranhund that he encountered. He would watch from the distance, taking in every last detail. They were carnivores. They liked to hunt for their food. They didn't seem to aggressive. But then again, Calum may have just been lucky. And everynight, Calum left food out for the Beranhund right before he went to bed. He would hear him come into his camp everynight to take the food then travel back into the forest for the night. On the morning that Calum would be making his journey back home, he woke up to see that the Beranhund had stayed in his camp overnight. And that morning, Calum knew that he would be taking home a new companion.