122 Chapter 122 – Into the beasts’ maw

Year 3, Fall, First Month, Second Week.

It was used to smelling prey from far, it could even distinguish its taste by the smell. The silver wolf sniffed the air again before licking its lips, he smelled prey, not a big one or the tastiest, but prey nonetheless. It waited for the prey to approach, to deliver its delicious self to its maw, but the prey never appeared. Confused, the silver wolf sniffed again. The prey had changed directions and was now leaving, it tried to smell-track the prey through its domain but failed to catch it before it crossed to another beast’s domain. It growled with anger.