Why do you keep buggin’ me? I ain’t got a story different from anyone in here, comprende? Alright, si, I’ll tell you, but no interruptions. An’ stop scratchin’ like that, you is makin’ me itch.
So I get a message, see. Nothing unusual, s’how I make my living. Gives me some money for the arrows and things, si? Through in a bit of hunting, and I do alright.
Don’t look at me like that, everyone hunts, ‘cept rabbits. An’ I guess even they hunt the grass. Anyway, I arrive at the Holding, introducing myself to the Senor in charge.
S’like the Alpha. An’ what did I say about interruptions?
He told me about these attacks, how they killed a man, and injured others. All the time I’mma thinking ‘this ain’t right’. I mean, I know things are difficult for everyone, but there is still hunting to be had, so I’m thinking its dogs. Escaped or something, gone mad and attacking the people in the Holding.
I talk to one of the victims, who tells me about the location, and the attack. I talk to the woman nursing him back to health, but the main bit of information I get from her is about…muck…in one wound. Black muck.
So’s I set out, looking into the flax fields for the attack site. Tracking is easy enough, this body or the other one, but I’m not quiet enough to stop the wolf sneaking up on me.
No stupido, not you. A different wolf. How did someone as dumb as you live so long?
I’ll have to learn to walk softer, but I killed it, an arrow straight through. Should have examined it better, but I just took some fur for proof. Don’t you start, I’ve seen you eat your own vomit. I did what I had to do. I was prepared for more, but it was just one. That should have got me worried, but I guess I ain’t much smarter’n you.
I thought I was back-tracking to its den, and that is where things got strange. I thought I was too big to go through the entrance, so I changed, thought it would be easier to fight in the confines of the den. But that was really a mistake; there was diseased meat in the entrance. Hacked apart by metal blades. I went in anyway to have a quick look.
What? No, your den is nicer.
I emerged with some information. A bigger male, a female and a pup had departed one way. Another younger wolf had headed back the way I had come, the one I killed. It was following man-scent, I think. So then I had a choice. Follow the three wolves and earn my money, or track the human and find out what the hell was going on.
Hey! Wake up!
Stupid wolves, going to sleep when I’m tellin’ a story….