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Clamping down on the unsuspecting beast's neck, he killed it with one swift turn. It fell limp to the floor. This was a beast that took a lot of wolves to corner and kill. Lots of strong wolves died at its hands. Yet he killed cleanly with his bare hands. The beast was dead; however, he had been hit a few times. He had an exhausted look on his face as he glanced up at the trees. There was barely any light passing through the cover branches over their heads.

He stood still for what felt like a moment. Then he abandoned his prey. She thought he would head back to the camp, but instead, he was going in the opposite direction. Was he seriously going to hunt more of them down in his state? He didn't give his body enough time to heal as it is. very soon he would collapse from exhaustion