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

Unlike the bewildered Roy,

Surrounded by wolves, Coffin suddenly sensed something amiss that had been bothering him all along.

First of all, the male gray wolf never directly attacked it from beginning to end.

Looking back now, the difference between its slightly hunched back hair and its bushy sideburns is that one was a probing warning, while the other was a signal before a fight.

And it appears that it is now surrounded by wolves and in a desperate situation.

but,

These wolves only growled intimidatingly; not a single one of them bristled.

And after the male gray wolf finished marking the scent and returned to its spot, the young female wolf to its left also turned around and placed its mark on the area below the rock.

Next, there's the young female wolf on the far right, also positioned lower down. Finally, there's the old female wolf next to the male gray wolf, whose markings are higher and cover a larger area.

And after they have all been marked

The strong scent, devoid of any pheromones, tells Cofie:

"Outsider, this is our family's territory, belonging to our entire family."

"And you, the lone wolf from out of town, will be fighting against our family!"

"Then, wolf!"

"Will you fight against our family, or... submit! Try to build a possibility for joining us."

Yes, the ritualistic act of jointly identifying the symbol is exceptionally special.

It not only showcases power, but also reveals family composition, current situation, and status, while releasing a sliver of goodwill and possibility.

Especially now, it has been shown that the wolf pack does not have any male wolves in their breeding season.

So I pondered the typical behavior of wolf packs—

The process of driving away a lone wolf always begins with the alpha wolf biting first and then ordering the wolves to cooperate in suppressing the lone wolf completely, or by directly killing the lone wolf, or by driving it away after the lone wolf has submitted.

When hunting, the wolf pack observes from beginning to end before launching a silent feint attack and encirclement. They only howl to drive away the prey after it has died.

Only by distinguishing between these two purposes,

Only then will they present a complex ritual of first probing and then revealing.

"Awoo~"

The young male gray wolf let out a long howl.

As it howled, a slight, anthropomorphic smile even graced its face, as if to say,

"Look, we have Mom and sister, aren't we awesome! You little wolf from out of town."

It wasn't until the old female wolf struck it with her front leg that it reluctantly stopped howling, and the young female wolf beside it took over howling.

This is also a display, a display of family intimacy and unity.

At this point, the sideburns on Coffin's back were no longer so glaring, and its threatening growls also weakened slightly.

It didn't relax too much, but at the same time, it understood the wolves' intentions.

This pack of wolves,

They came drawn by its mournful cries.

Coming in response to its call,

Not for prey, not for driving away, but simply,

They heard its sorrow.

Equally sorrowful as these wolves were the grief of losing loved ones.

This wolf pack lost their father and their main reproductive force.

However, because wolves have a biological mechanism to avoid inbreeding—the female wolf does not engage in incestuous estrus—this wolf pack temporarily loses the possibility of reproduction and generation.

So they came through the thicket, surrounding the group without attacking; probing without assaulting.

It is solely for the purpose of reconstructing the possibility of acceptance and soothing all the grief and loss.

They need an external gene.

……

This put Roy, who was on guard duty with a gun, in a difficult position.

Watching the wolves' ritualistic actions, watching the youngest and most slender female wolf rush forward to sniff the scent of the cocoa glands...

The wolves threw a rabbit leg in front of Coffin, but Coffin didn't try to grab it; Roy had fed Coffin before they arrived.

Then, the pack of wolves began to display some brief but highly synchronized affectionate behaviors, such as the wolf cubs touching noses with their mothers and the wolf sisters licking their brothers' fur affectionately.

It was after the obvious absence of aggressive actions that the cop used an intimate performance to entice him.

It's as if it's asking, "Are you envious? Do you want it?"

And Roy,

Like an incompetent husband,

On a path never imagined to be taken, watching your dog being NTR'd by a wild wolf?

Damn it, you dare to kidnap my wolf!

He glared angrily several times, but never pulled the trigger.

After all, if Coffin can't solve the werewolf problem in the upcoming adventures, it will most likely die by its own hand.

And now, this is the brief but precious time that Coca-Cola can still enjoy.

Then, right under his nose, his damn werewolf Cofe, under the gentle offensive of the wild wolf and the tender wolf girl's whimpering invitation, was already freaking wavering!

But that damned young she-wolf, the little she-wolf he called the Gentle Wolf Mother.

It possesses the most vibrant coat color among the four wolves, inheriting not only its mother's light gray and pale white base but also a gray-black tip to its tail and a yellowish-brown back. Its thick fur has a silky sheen. Moreover, its physique retains the youthful lightness and slenderness of its prime, with smooth muscle lines and the largest swing of its tail, each bounce revealing its undisguised curiosity and agility.

Under the watchful eyes of the mother wolf and her brother wolves, she exposed her belly to seduce them!

Damn it,

It's really beautiful!

I really do want to!

It's not a bad thing to find a girlfriend like this for Coffin!

Just ...

Roy didn't know what it was either.

There's actually plenty of time, and any deepening of emotions can actually reinforce the rationality that Kaufman has developed after his werewolf transformation.

Well then, just treat it as watching a live version of Animal World!

……

However, his good fortune didn't last long. Just as he was watching the wolf and dog interact and enjoying the sweet moments between Coffin and the gentle wolf girl,

The old female wolf in the pack suddenly twitched her ears and turned her head alertly towards the upstream bank on Roy's side.

Next up was the male gray wolf, the one that Roy secretly named "Husky Wolf" because he was always getting beaten by his mother for being mischievous.

Its mane bristled, and it bared its teeth and growled in the direction the old she-wolf had warned it of, its eyes gleaming with an unprecedented red light.

Roy also cautiously looked in that direction.

Then he heard human voices, and he understood what they were saying:

"Just leave it here. There are wolves right across the street. When the villagers find it, it will be torn to shreds."

"But isn't the boss being a bit too cautious? He could have just thrown it into that river and no one would have cared. Why go through all that trouble and look for the wolves?"

The one complaining was a male voice with a hoarse, raspy tone.

"Great! When the boss hears this, he'll reward you with a night with that pretty boy, um, right there in his tent, all three of you together."

The voice that answered was that of a gruff man with a perverse sense of humor.

"Damn it, if you dare report this to the boss, I'll tell the lord you seduced his daughter," the man with the hoarse voice retorted.

"Does that fat sow need me to seduce her?" he replied gruffly, his voice urgent.

"She's like a bitch in heat, chasing after men and not allowing them to refuse. Only her equally pig-like lord father would think she's still chaste. What a joke."

"Shut up, all of you!"

Suddenly, a third voice interrupted, and immediately after the reprimand, it said:

"Look what I found! Leather boots, an exquisite...backpack? Oh, and it even comes with a waist knife and a spear, and what's he holding in his hand, a matchstick? He's a lone merchant!"

"Hey, we've struck it rich! A walking money bag!" the hoarse voice followed up.

"Shoot him, quick!" a rough voice shouted.

Then the sound of the bowstring being drawn and released was heard.

call out!

A featherless arrow shot straight toward Roy under the weeping willow!

……