Hunt a shadow wolf (I)
[ There is a hunting spot you can try, the Terror ant hill ]
" That sounds like a great place " He thought, a smile in his eyes. With his fingers straighten he plunged it into the creature's chest, taking out a purple core.
" These feathers, Bel will love them " He thought, his gaze on the snow white feathers on the large bird.
Its feathers still remained untainted despite the battle and the injuries it suffered. Like Ossa and the jacalopes, it had a wind barrier protecting it from any form of dirt, including its own blood, which could not stain it.
Ossa began to pluck them, putting them in his spatial bracelet.
"That should be all," he said, looking at his work. He had plucked all the feathers from the creature's neck, the large bird now looking like an ostrich.