[s1e4] The Wolf -

From that night on, Elena never feared the dark woods again. And on the night of the full moon, she always left a small wooden flute on the stone wall at the edge of the trees.

Elena froze. She raised her lantern, the flame flickering wildly in the sudden, biting wind. Yellow light washed over the gnarled roots of a massive willow tree. There, standing just beyond the golden reach of her lantern, was the Wolf. [S1E4] The Wolf

The temperature dropped rapidly. Her breath came in ragged white puffs as she pushed through the dense undergrowth. She called out for Leo, her voice swallowed instantly by the oppressive canopy. Then, she heard it. From that night on, Elena never feared the dark woods again