Chapter One-Hundred-Six
My gaze is fixated on the woods where the attack came from, attentive to any movement, but I still could sense when the red hound changes back to her canine form and all of the hounds make a semi-circle over me, surrounding the woods where the attack came from, snarling and growling.
"Who is there?" I ask, the only answer being the rustling of leaves. "I think you lost something here pal, let me give it back to you!" I say, taking the gigantic double-edge silver ax out from the tree and leaving a dent half the size of the trunk behind only to launch the ax back into the woods with force, making it fly with satisfactory crashes and hits along the way.
When it finally stops everything turns silent once more, even the birds were scared by the sudden attack and flew away, the remaining wind rustling the leaves in an attempt to cover the defying silence. I try to sniff them out but discovered that they were against the wind, and that as such their approach was planned.