"Howl" a large grieving howl reverberated in the air. And the animal fell, the other wolves howled back as if promising the dead, its revenge.
A few increased the pace to catch us and the other stopped to look at their friend who died.
She took a sigh as she shot another arrow and this time it hit its mouth going straight in and out of his neck from the backside.
The third was hit on the forehead again. And another one died right there but even after so much howling and killing the last wolf did not stop to follow Hazel and she did not have any other way to kill him.
She had to hold the saddle to balance herself when she noticed there was something hidden in its layers but for that she had to sit properly first as she felt that the horse had gone crazier too.
It started jumping and rising in the air with its feet so high in the air that Hazel had to hold its neck to make sure that she did not fall straight to the mouth of the wolf.
