With two wolf pelts draped over his shoulders, the wolf fur was dyed red at the tips by grease and blood.
Cold rain drizzled on his shoulders, carrying an eerie chill.
The rainwater trickled through the tears in his clothing into wounds scratched by thorns and wolf claws, causing a burning pain.
After three days of trekking through the forest, the father and son, Laver, both looked haggard and yellow-faced, yet they had no intention of rushing home.
Instead, the two of them cheerfully took a detour to the main road of the estate, asking everyone they met, "How did you know we hunted two wolves?"
At this time of year, they would normally be met with envious and jealous looks, but today was somewhat different.
When they carried the wolf pelts onto the narrow dirt road, hardly anyone showed much surprise at the sight of the two pelts.
When they asked, "How did you know, about the two wolves?" the person questioned would just hurriedly reply, "Who asked you?" and leave.
