A person in American horror, wearing two versions of The Witcher

Another world, riverbank.

The backpack was removed, and Roy quietly took the rifle in his hand.

Avoiding the twisted tree roots behind him that resembled the fingers of a drowned man, Roy pressed his back firmly against the willow trunk, pulled back the lever, and chambered a bullet.

He didn't call out for Coffin again.

When the wolf howls were clearly audible, and the wild beasts were close at hand, the surge of adrenaline and excitement left his mind solely focused on his rancher father's warning:

"Lean against a tree trunk or a large rock to ensure that your attention is focused forward and that you are not vulnerable to a fatal attack from behind;"

"Stop worrying about the dog. It's a warrior, a fighter who controls the game, wears down the enemy, and creates opportunities for you to strike when the beast is exhausted. Don't let your shouts attract the beast and harm both the dog and yourself."

Finally, control your breathing and lower your heart rate so you can grip the gun firmly; otherwise, you'll betray the opportunity your soldiers have created for you with their lives and injuries.

Inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale…

Rhythmic breathing sounds slowly began to rise.

The morning breeze on the riverbank also scatters the willow branches at this time, bringing with it a thin mist that quietly obscures the almost motionless Roy.

"Awoo~"

"Awoo~"

The wolf howls from the opposite bank of the river grew clearer, and the bushes and shrubs near Cofi rustled continuously, the sounds coming from all sorts of creatures startled by the wolf howls.

Coca-Cola's pacing increased in frequency, a sign of its restlessness.

It also instinctively turned its head to look at the opposite bank of the river, trying to pinpoint Roy's location.

After it confirmed that Roy was crouching with his back against the weeping willow, holding a gun...

It turned and stopped, no longer standing still, but facing directly towards the direction from which the wolf howl came, its mane bristling, and it continued to growl in a threatening manner.

"Awoo~"

Between growls, it even let out a loud growl to attract the pack of wolves.

It seems that they have already clearly understood their mission and positioning.

For some reason, its howl sounded more like a wolf's.

"roar……"

From the bushes, the head of a greyish-white wolf with a long snout emerged.

Next, there are the feet the size of an adult male's fist, the long and powerful forelegs, and the narrow, deep, and slender chest...

When the gray wolf appeared before Coffin in its entirety...

It was only two meters away from Coffin, and compared to Coffin, it seemed like a giant!

……

Grey wolves of northern Eurasia

The largest wolf in the pack, with a shoulder height of 80 cm, a body length of 150 cm, and a weight of 50 kg.

In comparison, the German Shepherd has a shoulder height of 60 cm, a body length of 110 cm, and a weight of 35 kg.

She's a little girl!

broken!

Roy took a deep breath and immediately turned the gun around.

Northern gray wolves never hunt alone; they typically hunt in small family packs (3-7 individuals), with one wolf usually holding the front while the others flank and attack from the sides.

His gun was immediately pointed at a bush.

There should still be a gray wolf hiding there.

But he still couldn't fire the gun.

The timing of the gray wolf's appearance was actually quite good, but Coffin's positioning was wrong. Roy's shot would hit the wrong target first, meaning the bullet would have to pass through Coffin before killing the gray wolf.

Now, the wolf is hidden in the bushes. He can tell there is a wolf, but he can't find the right spot to shoot it.

Moreover, he also had to consider achieving victory in one strike.

Otherwise, on the bright side, the wolves ran away after the gunshot; on the dark side, the wolves here don't recognize firearms, and then five or six of them might surround him, or even monsters or wolves might spawn behind him...

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.

Waiting for another chance to strike decisively...

……

the other side,

The growling and standoff continued.

Neither side launched an attack rashly, not even the giants—the Northern Grey Wolves.

Its fangs were slightly bared, the mane on its back was slightly raised, its tail was held high, and its four legs were taut.

Step by step, slowly, firmly, with an absolute sense of superiority,

Approaching Kao Fei with an arrogant attitude.

Even after a few steps, its threatening growls almost disappeared, replaced by a slight curl of its wolfish snout as it advanced, pressing closer.

Simply because, across the street, Coca-Cola withdrew!

……

However, withdrawing from the test wasn't because I was afraid of the test.

However, Cofi suddenly remembered its previous training, the training of luring the enemy to a wider firing range.

However, it wasn't until its paws touched the river water in the cracks between the pebbles that it stopped.

It never received the shot that was supposed to fire.

A flicker of suspicion crossed its deep brown eyes. It impatiently stamped its hind paws a couple more times on the pebbles, and then…

It won't return!

It didn't know that it was blocking the line of fire, it didn't know that Roy also hoped to fire, it didn't know any of these things.

It was only when the slightly chilly river water lapped at its feet and the scorching wolf's kiss approached its throat that it remembered Fura's departure.

It remembered the time it spent with Fura and that big boy Roy, and Fura's instructions to it to take good care of that big boy...

Therefore, whether or not a shot was fired no longer mattered.

Whether that big boy is worth protecting is no longer important.

After the river, were Fura's last words.

After the river, it was a promise it made that it could not break after losing Fura.

This is extremely important!

It then lowered its body again.

It then proceeded slowly but steadily.

It strode toward the Northern Grey Wolf, which was larger and more powerful than it!

It was born a German Shepherd!

German Shepherds are born with broad chests to enhance their heart and lung capacity!

German Shepherds are born with a classic sloping back, sacrificing the health of their hind leg joints in exchange for extreme instantaneous power!

It may not be as smart as a Border Collie, or even, to be precise, it's dumber.

but,

It's so stupid it's not cunning, so stupid it's not backing down.

Foolish to the point of being recklessly brave and fearless!

What's wrong now?

It's just risking your life!

"roar……"

Its mane bristled, and even its growling almost stopped. It moved forward step by step, ready to pounce at any moment!

No retreat, only advance!

Its eyes flashed with a cold light that seemed to utterly disregard everything, including its own life.

then……

It noticed that the Northern Grey Wolf's ease had vanished, and that the wolf's advancing pace had slowed!

It discovered that as it moved forward with almost clumsy bravery,

The gray wolf... retreated!

The fierce glint in its eyes froze for a moment!

But then,

Just as it was confused yet relieved, thinking it had driven away the gray wolf, after all, it wasn't hunting there and there was no competition for its prey...

But it saw the large male northern gray wolf retreat into the midst of three smaller female gray wolves.

It saw four wolves side by side.

They pressed forward again.

With the gaze of the ethnic group,

Facing it alone,

Moreover, even the smallest female wolf was much larger than it!

……

Damn it!

Roy quickly adjusted his aim.

Everything happened so fast: the male wolf approached, Coffin retreated and then advanced, the male wolf retreated again, and then three female wolves suddenly emerged from the bushes, forming a pack formation to surround Coffin...

It was too fast; so fast that before he could even fire a single shot, the encirclement had already been formed.

And Coca-Cola stubbornly refuses to back down!

"We still can't hit the male wolf. We need to hit the one on the far side... no, we need to hit the female wolf next to the male wolf, the one with the grayer fur and who looks older. She seems to be the common mother of this pack, the temporary alpha wolf."

Roy made a quick decision and aimed his crosshairs at the old she-wolf's nose.

However... just as he was about to pull the trigger, he stopped!

Because at that very moment, he saw the male wolf that had just been confronting him, after retreating into the pack and pressing forward, suddenly turn halfway around, raise its hind leg high, and mark its scent on the nearby rock, which is commonly known as—urinating!

Damn it, what does this mean?

What are they doing?

Is this an expulsion? But it doesn't seem like it.

It doesn't look like a hunt at all!

So, would firing a shot provoke the wolf pack and put Cofi in danger?

Please, what are these wolves doing?

Roy was completely dumbfounded!