When Karin heard the freezing howl of a distant wolf, her practiced hand sprang to the handle of her knife, but she saw no sign of a wolf at all, nor of a naked man, neither, but then she heard clattering among the brushwood and there sprang on to the path a fully clothed one, a very handsome young one, in the green coat and widewake hat of a hunter, laden with carcasses of game birds. She had her hand on her knife at the first rustle of twigs but he laughed with a flash of white teeth when toshiro saw her and made her a comic yet flattering little bow, Karin had never seen such a fine fellow before, not among the rustic clowns of her native village. So on they went together, through the thickening light of the afternoon. Soon they were laughing and joking like old friends. When Toshiro offered to carry her basket, she gave it to him although her knife was in it because he told her his rifle would protect them. As the day darkened, it began to snow;Karin felt the first flakes settle on her eyelashes but now there was only half a mile to go and there would be a fire, and hot tea, and a welcome, a warm one, surely, for the dashing huntsman as well as for herself.
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The Wolf (hitsukarin)
WerewolfOne beast and only one howls in the woods by night. The Wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious ;once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do
