Enslaved twin wolf's

w; they have been here a while, and the owner has been very subtle in their move

your fingers. Zero in on the tar

recise. That is, if I had my magic. But my father had taught me how to hunt w

ady developed. It chews on the nuts sprinkled on the forest floor. I get ready to let the arrow fly. I usually hit th

en it hits me that the grandaunts are not scattered

wn in one flash of claws. The wounded animal squeals in shock and pain, collapsi

lf is big, but

circles back to its victim. It bites down again and again, unt

instincts sc

y father said it was a lie because you had just given the beast a reason

bout what to do when faced with a wolfen or

a man in two just as easily. Its hide falls in thick brown layers, lik

finitely

oesn't pay attention to me; for all I know, the smell I emit is that of rotten bark and leaves. I thank God that his fa

sur

oudly that it echoes around me. The wolf

ose at my heels, close enough that I can hear the thump of its massive paws on the ground and its hungr

en with the adrenaline that floods my body. For the hundredth time, I curse the elves and t

me like a ghost, and I'm withi

w is in

ck. I get a slash at my ribs for my trouble, but its howls of pain are horrifying to h

. My feet don't feel like lead anymore as they carry me across the kno