C77 White rose

I took aim with the gun in both hands, and after four years I experienced that familiar feeling again, heavy and cold.

The head wolf on the cliff noticed me too, and he stood up from the rubble. The wolf was a third the size of a normal wolf.

"Trying to run?"

Being pointed at with a gun, the head wolf jumps through the rubble while my gaze fixes onto it.

Logically speaking