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Chapter 6: Wolf Hunter

CHAPTER 6: Wolf Hunter

At the West Forest, greenish dark night covered every corner. The sound of the whistling bushes only heard when several deer came rushing through, running for their lives. Night owls from the tree branches were having a big keen eye for their prey as they sang ‘Hoot hoot’.

Three mad gray wolves were running aggressively bending down the bushes that block their way. They were chasing the deer, trapped in the middle and these wolves covered all the possible directions, having their most intimidating position. The deer, on a helpless state, escaped after when these wolves heard the howling of their Alpha, from the North. They howled back as loud as they could that gave signal to the other pack from the East and South Forest, a sign that they have sensed danger. The sound of footsteps of a mean hunter was slowly they heard and assembled them to a submissive state.

In no longer time, these three wolves snarled at the darkness of the forest, facing their potential death.

Meanwhile at the long and dark soil road, Friz Eiker and Kieran Granberg were on their way to the village.

“Hawoooh- wooof- wooo!” It was the menacing howl of the gray wolf, from the north, that I heard while riding with Friz, going to my obviously nice and new home.

“Geez, do you hear these stuffs almost every night?” Tensioned, my eyes wandered curiously in the dark forest.

“Not so often,” Friz said while driving, keeping track on the bumpy soil road.

“You could also hear them in the morning. Wolves howl for many reasons as if they have to rally their pack to some location before hunting for their prey. They also have this slow tempo howl, that mean they were grieving for a wolf that just died. Then this one that we just heard, the quick tempo, higher pitch howl was meant to signal the other pack from the sense of danger,” Friz informed.

“Wow, how did you know this stuff?” Thrilled, looking at him.

“My daughter told me and maybe she read books about it from school,” he said, turned his head quickly to look at me.

I sloped my head, got me interested on this fascinating discovery of mine. “So, you have a daughter. You never told me about her earlier,” I said, expecting that he didn’t want me to know.

“Yes, but for now, I don’t want you to get interests from her. Your purpose here is to work for me if that’s the thing I could remember,” He clarified, steering left and right to avoid the bigger bump in the road.

I leaned back on my seat quite disappointed. “Ok, I was just asking sir,” I said.

It’s true that my main reason was to get a life anywhere else but the city, but it was sure nice if I would gain some inspirations around, I thought.

A moment of silence and all I heard were the howls and hoots in the forest, everywhere, it felt like the road was never-ending. “So, how far are we to the village?” I asked then opened the window, in my side of the car, wanting to take the fresh air that at least a good thing this place was giving.

The sweet minty smell of the pine trees refreshed me on being jittery.

“We’re here,” he suddenly said.

I looked straight at the dark path where the car was going. For a while, a big brick building showed up from my vision, attached at its corner was a vertical board and it stated ‘Cyprus County – D12 Station’. I was quite amazed and thought how nice that this village, far away from the city, have developed buildings. Wandered my eyes about, there were dive bar, marketplace, bakery, apartment, a big blacksmith’s stable, and some wooden houses that he skipped as he continued driving down the road. Occupied my curious head at the place left and right, something crossed my mind.