Wolves are troublesome beasts who make herds and collaborate and hunt.
If a flock of wolves appeared near villages, towns, and people's realms, they needed to be surrounded by more numbers than the flock and hunted all at once...... I have experienced several wolf hunts in such a group.
I used that wit to work together near perfection, didn't miss out on this weakness, and it was a beast named Wolf who would try to break this collaboration accurately... I was wary of coming after the Maires and Murphs behind me out of those habits, but nothing like that... on the contrary, I didn't even show the bare gesture of trying to work together, just stupidly coming at my throat.
"It's late!!
When I wave the battle axe with such a voice, do you have eyes to see through the attack, the black wolves twist their bodies in an attempt to dodge...... but one dodges there and eats the direct blow of the battle axe, in two straight.
We lose our people's lives in exactly the same development as earlier, and if we change the way we do things to boulders, we'll be on the lookout thinking that we're going to get away with it... but the black wolves just turn their killing intentions here without showing any of that.
"Monster...?
Not wolfish or beastly...... I can tell you how monster-like thinking is that I'm only thinking about killing this one, I'm not relative to a wolf, I'm relative to a monster, I switch my thoughts, I take my place.
"It's not uncommon to say it's a monster, but it's not alien!
Step out with your big crotch to step over the snow with such a loud voice and slap the battle axe full of power into the monsters' present.
The battle axe pierces the ground, the snow rolls up, and with that impact, you won't be dealing with him, so I warn you to run away... but the monsters will sweep out their fangs and attack you, not at all.
I twist my body and fly away as I pull out the battle axe, avoiding the monsters' bite attack in a slightly exaggerated motion, saying I'm sorry I got poisoned and had a high fever, like when I was a wind dragon.
Seeing how I am like that, the monsters just rush straight into trying to add an ingenious pursuit... and I shake the battle axe small and sharp as I dodge it, tearing the monsters apart.
Even though this one says he's used to the movement in training with Murphs who look similar and take similar attack methods, the monsters don't think at all, they just come in cluttered and think nothing.
There are no monster-like attacks, no alien powers, just foolish......
To be a monster, as a beast, halfway, not a monster or a beast...
Narbant used to say that chi creates demons, or that it was demons that were dominated by chi... maybe these wolves are in the middle of being dominated by chi?
If you are about to become a monster, a beast that is about to become a monster, then you are also convinced of the clutter of the movement or the halfway point.
"I gave myself up to something!
Even though I know there's no way to get through it, words like that come out with their mouths shut, and at the same time a waving battle axe rips the last monster apart... so the fight is over.
If these eight had been pure wolves, they wouldn't have beaten it so easily.
... a completely pointless assumption because wolves would see the first blow and get away with it in the first place, but wolves would have had a smarter, nasty way of fighting.
"You're not going to be a monster..."
Speaking to the monsters who became corpses while wiping away the blood on the battle axe... a new black shadow comes from the mountain, slowly walking through the snow scenery.
I get more alert when I see that figure and how many more are there... but it was the wolves I knew well who showed themselves as I drew the snow, with a smaller body than a rolling monster at my feet.
The wolves are wary of us and take a certain distance, but quietly look at us without showing any hostility... sending an indescribable gaze at the monsters rolling at my feet.
"... was he one of you?
Murph comes to my side with the Maires as I stand still gazing at the werewolves for whining about that, even though I don't think it's going to make it through... observe the werewolves in a gesture and open their mouths.
"... the hair is not glossy, even though it is winter, the hair is not bulging. Her face and body are thin and thin.
I didn't get my prey, even though winter is coming. I couldn't make a winter body that wasn't adequately prepared, even though it was already winter.
... so I lost the temptation to be angry, maybe "
The fellow herd loses his temper, becomes a monster and leaves the herd... The wolves, who seem to have tracked them so far, slowly look back and walk away towards the mountains, whether they were going to free those people from temper.
Watching without saying anything afterwards, a couple of Maires entering in front of us turn to us with a serious look like they were ready.
"Mae!"
"Mehmer!"
In the wake of the powerful couple's voices, me and Murph... could only wring their necks around an unfamiliar, speechless word of Mair's mystery.
- Meanwhile, around that time. Ilk Village, Yurt of Diaz and the others.
When Diaz and Murph were struggling to somehow understand Maire's words, Arner was quietly getting into needlework in the yurt.
Cut tanned leather to the right size, poke a large needle for leather there and create a pattern through the yarn...... paint the side of a mair familiar to the hand, who Arner specializes in.
Unique nose with crushed eyes and fluffy hair in curly corners.
As the needle progresses with a degree of completeness that everyone admires if anyone who knows Maire sees it... something comes forward of Yurt and comes up loud from there.
"Master Arner! It's an intruder from the east! It's probably a human race! It was something flimsy, it looked cold!
Maybe if I let it go, it's buried in the snow and dead! What should we do!!
That was the voice of a dog-man who seemed to be on the lookout around him... Arner, who advanced the needle to the good spot, sighed out loudly... putting the near-made piece gently to his side before getting up.
Then he reaches for his winter clothes, which were hooked on Yurt's wall, and returns his voice as he wears them in his hand.
"Being here to me means Klaus can't get his hands off me right now, can he?
Then I'll check it out! I need some of you to come with me!
The dogs who waited outside Yurt for that word said, "Wow!" And he returned his voice... and then he howled and told his people what Arner was saying.