Chapter 66: Here Comes the Little Flying Stick~

Valley.

A pack of Ice Wolves is running through the snow.

Even for the canine Demon Spirits known for their endurance, some Ice Wolves are panting heavily and showing signs of physical exhaustion after a long-distance chase.

At the back of the pack, an Ice Wolf with wobbly limbs looks around in confusion and whines softly at an older comrade beside it:

(・_・)Senior, where is the leader taking us?

(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)To get some meat to eat.

(・_・)No, I'm not talking about short-term goals like that, but something more long-term. We can't be running around all the time just for food, right? So, what are we living for? What kind of goals are we striving for?

(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)To get some meat to eat.

'Plop!'

At that moment, a few dead fish fall from the sky, landing behind the two wolves.

The blood droplets that splash in mid-air create a pattern on the white snow like blooming red plum blossoms, emitting a pungent, sweet fishy smell.

"Aoow?"