Love Barrels And Werewolves

A Call

The arrow shot out quickly as someone removed it from the bow. From last night, I don't know how many shots were fired. While behind the bushes, two hunters continue to observe hunted animals that are not easily available.

"Do you feel like wolves show up a lot these days?" asked Ren, one of the hunters who was there.

While observing the ferocious beasts that suddenly appeared, Win nodded. "I saw one in front" he said, pointing an arrow at the target.

Win Focus on one point. The wolf in front was a different wolf from the two that managed to escape overnight. When it feels like the animals there are off guard, Win took off his arrow. However, "Damn!" It seems like the wolf was not caught.

When two hunters feel tired, the sun slowly rises from the eastern horizon.

The two sat leaning against a large tree after pulling over from the middle of the forest. Win sipped the water brought, while Ren chose to pack the hunting equipment.

"It seems like the appearance of wolves reduces our game animals" Ren said, counting the number of arrows left.

Agreeing with Ren, Win sighed. "But it's weird. Instead of clustered, the wolves we meet look one by one."

"Isn't it better? We'll be overwhelmed if they attack at the same time."

***

One night, when the moon appeared for the umpteenth time in three weeks after Lion stayed at Laras' house.

The wooden bench under the catapult tree becomes a place where Laras and Lion relax while peeling walnuts. If you remember, than some time ago, the werewolf is already better at living life as a human.

under the moonlight, Lion's gaze did not shift from Laras. Makes the woman wrong. Slowly Lion's hand was raised, approaching towards the woman's hair whose cheeks were already flushed. "There's a leaf in your hair."

Hearing that, suddenly the face of Laras felt hot. I don't know why, but he wants to get out of there.

"The bowl is full. I'll bring him in and back with an empty one" Laras said as he descended carrying a bowl of walnuts.

Lion chuckled and only nodded in agreement. After all, the house of Laras was only a few steps from the bench they were sitting on.

But when Lion was still busy with the remaining walnut, the wind that had been calm suddenly blew strong. Coinciding with that, from within the forest the howls of wolves sounded earthy.

Hearing this, Lion looked. The more certain, the voice from inside the forest was heard more and more clearly. His animal instincts showed up. The walnut in the hand fell, while the two hands slowly turned into hairy legs. Lion ran towards the dark forest with a changed body.

Meanwhile, from inside the house Laras brought an empty bowl that he would fill with walnuts.

"It looks like it's over soon" said the woman from behind a tree. Laras did not realize that the wooden bench was now empty. When he arrived, his eyes looked for the figure that had originally been there. "Lion?"

The barrel placed the bowl, its feet running towards the river, while the eyes continued to search for the whereabouts of the man who had suddenly disappeared.

"Lion!" He screamed, but the nose of Lion was completely invisible. Even one word is not heard.

Not wanting to give up, Laras continued to search. The loudest scream he throws, hoping Lion will appear soon or at least say. His worry is not without cause, he heard from Kinan if many hunters bring wolves lately.

"Did he see any wolves near here?" lirih Laras, think hard.

As he thought of various possibilities, his ears caught the sound from within the forest. A voice that would make ordinary people seemed to creep in fear. The howling of the wolf that sounded was quite clearly caught hearing.

However, out of nowhere Baras' courage appeared. He who had entered the house suddenly returned with an oil lamp in hand. The woman went down across the river. Taking a deep breath and fixating upon seeing how dark the path before him was.

"Must I do this?" ogre. But a feeling encouraged Laras to continue his steps, breaking through the path surrounded by thick trees.

The silence, the darkness, the sound of the night animals became a tension of its own for Laras. He walked slowly with his hands holding the tense lighting. His body is in alert mode. Even the anchor exposed to the wind can be a plight for him.

Slowly but surely, Laras was getting further and further into the forest. His body stiffened, while sweat flowed in the cold atmosphere of the night.

"Lion!" But he ventured to shout, calling a werewolf who might have run far with all four feet fast.

Remang moonlight can hardly menenbus leafy trees. Even so, Laras who had already advanced could not retreat. Until a stain on the ground stopped his steps.

The barrel lowered the lantern to the ground, castrating it if what he saw was not as expected. "It's blood" he murmured softly. Near him a handful of gray feathers were seen lying. "Lion!"

Rounded Barrel Eyes. The tension instantly turned into a great sense of anxiety. It cannot be predicted if the feather belongs to Lion, but Laras is sure if the premonition is right.

Carefully Baras followed the trail of blood that splashed along the bushes. The fear of the dark forest simply disappears. He only hoped that the traces of blood would stop and find the figure he was looking for.

Until when the thorny grass almost tore through the ankles, a lump of wolf that Laras was looking for lay right above the pool of blood. Both eyes were perfectly rounded, while the lips were gaping wide without sound. The barrel dropped the lantern, so surprised he with what was seen.

The gray-haired wolf he knew was lying with a stinged breath. While wet wounds are seen on the back, and one arrow is still stuck on the front leg.

"Lion!" The barrel approached immediately, checking on Lion's state. Although tears were rushing, but he had to hurry to think of a way to save the wolf.

After his eyes swept around, Laras found some grass that he could mash. Unfortunately, not a stone in sight. Not wanting to waste time, he decided to smooth it with his teeth. Bitter in the mouth is not comparable to the condition of the heart Laras who felt twisted to see the state of Lion.

Slowly he covered the wound on Lion's back with a collision of grass. To reduce the bleeding, tore the lower skirt and immediately wrapped it around the wolf's body. While the arrow that stuck was slowly pulled out.

Coinciding with the removal of the arrow from the leg, Lion's body suddenly changed. Being a human being with the same wounds.

"Lion?" call Baras. But the man whose clothes were torn on some side was still unconscious. With the remaining energy, the woman moved the Lion's head on her lap.

Amidst the darkness of the night forest, there was nothing Laras could do but wait and hope that Lion would wake up soon.

But the woman did not realize, two wolves appeared behind a large tree. Wolves with very sharp teeth were seen observing Laras and Lion.

***

"You sure you're gonna leave Aira alone, Kevin?" said one of the wolves that slowly changed into a man.

Kevin who had already changed nodded. "There's no way we can show up and bring Aira home in front of that human."

"We can take her to the queen."

Heard her Kevin turned. "You're going to repeat thirty years ago, Vicky?"