Winter, or hunting in the snow, was a lot harder than I thought.
One side is a white snow scene. Hunting a vigilant wild beast in a situation where there is nothing to hide yourself from and just being there makes you stand out is not an ordinary thing to ask.
If you were hidden in a tree or a rock, or if you could have handled a bow and arrow, it would have been easier...... and with that in mind, you stick your nose in the snow with a pretense and chase after Murph as he moves forward exploring the smell of the prey that remains there.
It's a snowfield with only this snow, and what the hell are beasts like Black Gee feeding on, the answer is somewhere else... for example, they're going to the woods and eating leaves of trees that aren't buried in the snow, or they're looking for grass buried under the snow to eat.
Cold snow-covered grass is preserved without rotting, like grass cheese where Arner says it is... I guess this is why Arner said not to make more leaves than he needs to when preparing for winter.
And Murph is exploring the leftovers of the beasts who stuck their faces in the snow to eat such grass cheese... standing up their tails and shaking them loosely, making sure to walk towards their prey.
I wish I could use the matabi powder I used when hunting black gees... according to Arner, the only good thing to do with that powder is spring ahead.
By the time the snow melts and the grass grows abundantly on this meadow, it's for hunting wild beasts to the extent that they don't reduce the number too much, otherwise the beasts will be allowed to use the grass called grass on this meadow... specially because they will eat up to what the mairs eat... if they reduce the number of beasts to some extent, they will be forbidden to use it after that?
... Well, if I had used as much powder as I wanted, I wouldn't have to imagine what the result would be.
This beast hunt needs to be done both when there is enough food and when I am busy with other jobs...... my black gee hunting after only about half the amount I need in just one day seemed to benefit me in the sense that I didn't have to break extra men into hunting, besides being fruitful like food and fur.
"... but there's nothing there, it's white whether you look right or left... there are so many clouds today that the sky is also white... no, is it gray"
And, with that said, I think again of something called the harshness of winter in the meadows.
It's not just cold, nothing's why you get nothing. This whole area will starve in no time if the beast can't hunt...... I guess that's the place.
If you weren't ready for enough winter, if you saw this side of the snow in a state of starvation and death if you hadn't hunted something... then the despair must have been unimaginable.
I guess it's all because I know the despair that Arner was sticking out when he was ready for the winter... and that he was happy to be well prepared.
Realizing what it means to live in this meadow again, and trying to keep everyone from starving, Murph, who was sticking his face in the snow as he carved into his heart his readiness to be a lord, looks up softly and turns his further snow-covered face to this side.
"Dear Diaz. It's weird, something.
I can't see, I'm supposed to be nearby. I don't know, where are you?
And this smell... I think I know what it smells like "
That's what I said and tilted my neck...... Murph shaking his face and body down, shaking off the snow that was clutching to his hair.
Seeing that look, looking around... I can't imagine Murph's nose going wrong, looking for something nearby with his eyes narrowed.
Then, in the white snowfields... I also notice that something trembling that I've done is in the middle of something.
Bright white and fluffy...... oh I see, convinced that their hair was white because oh how to get confused by the snow, I speak gently with the softest voice I can toward it.
"You don't have to be scared. I'm not going to attack you."
The meaning of the word won't make sense, but it seems that one of those words reached their ears firmly, thinking that they would have absorbed this intent if they were smart... pretending from the snow and the two Maires show themselves.
"From the looks of it, are you a couple? I still lose weight when it's wild......
... What do you say? You want to come to my village?
It is up to them to decide whether or not a wild mayer lives with a person.
No compulsion, no solicitation, only the Maires have to make their own decisions.
"Mae......"
What a troubling look the Mair, supposedly her husband, gives with such a voice.
Look at me, look at Murph, and look at my wife leaning next to me...... yeah it bothers my head.
Watching how it goes I try to watch the Maires make the decision without hurrying...... smile quietly and stare at the Maires.
... and at that time, behind the Maires, something black rushes from across the snowfield into view.
The momentum is unusual, setting a goal for Maire with an apparent killing... and I rush right out and speak to Murph.
"Murph! Protect the Maires!
I'll do something about that!!
That being said, I rush towards the black shadow with a firm grip on the pattern of the battle axe that was on my shoulder.
Monsters, or carnivores?
Either way, I'm the one who pulled the Maires out of the snow and let them touch my eye... I wouldn't be able to look any further than I am.
Step on the exposed snow, kick in the snow and push on...... If you want to catch the black shadow running with four legs in time, swing the battle axe from left to right to the side.
but with no direct hits and snow flying around...... the black shadow that dodged that blow rushed towards me,
"Gah!!
trying to eat it up my throat as I roared with
With that in mind, I... dare to do my utmost with the battle axe I've swung in the sky, this time swinging from right to left, turning the black shadow into two straight with that blow.
"I'm used to that move in my workouts with the Murphs! You won't be dealing with him, so just go home."
My voice was not directed toward the black shadow that was now turned into two, but toward the other black shadows that were roaring behind it.
Is it a black-haired wolf, or a wolf-shaped monster... its number is eight, and if it's a wolf, it's pretty gigantic.
It's bigger than Murph, and when you get up, it's huge enough that Klaus is likely to be about the height... its fangs and nails are unusually loose, and from the looks of it, is it still a monster?
If they were smart wolves, they would see the blow now and pull it off... but those black shadows were staring at me as I roared... and that's how they set their aim on me and jumped at me all at once.