Then, on all fours, it threw itself on Film's back, causing him to fall face down into the snow, then snatched the bone and fled.

Filmin didn't know how long the people played, and finally, the people finally stopped in the snow and lay on the ground panting side by side, thinking about nothing. The bag of bones broke several holes, revealing the bones, and then the wolf shook the tightly tied bag and bit a bone out of it.

It pounced on it and tore the flesh off with its teeth, then clawed down on the bone and gnawed at the crispy cartilage at the end, and he reached out and took a thick bone from the pouch and threw it forward.

Suddenly, he was back to a normal person, feeling like waking up from a big dream, like a beeping soap bubble. The little wolf wriggled his ears and turned to look at Film, as if I had said something to it, but Filmin didn't.

Just pulling himself away from it, and suddenly his whole body was cold, and it turned out that the snow ran into Filin's boots, waist, and collar, and Filin's forearm also had the scars it had pulled with its teeth.

Film's cloak was torn with two holes, and he felt as weak as he had woken up from a drugged sleep.

What's wrong? Heartfelt care. How did you get far?

Filmin can't do that. Film can't play with you like that. This is not right.

A look of confusion. If you've done it all, what's wrong?

Filin is a man, not a wolf.

Sometimes, he agrees. But you can't be a human all the time!

But he had to. Film doesn't want to be tied down with you like this. People can't be so close, because Filmin has to let you live the free life you deserve, and I have to live the life that Filmin deserves.

It snorted mockingly, baring its teeth and sneering. That's it, bro. People are like that. Why do you think you know what kind of life Filmin should live, and even threaten to force Filmin to comply?

You can't accept the fact that you're a wolf at all, and even if you do, you keep denying it.

These ambiguous words of yours are simply nonsense, not letting your own nose sniff around, and not letting your ears listen.

That's how people are, brother.

Filmin didn't let up his defenses, nor did he let it go far, but it skimmed through Filmin's mind like a gust of wind blowing into the room through an open window. Night and snow. And the meat in people's mouths.

Listen, sniff with your nose, the people are as alive as the night! people hunt until dawn, and the whole night and the forest belong to the people!

People have sharp eyes, sharp teeth, and can catch many prey before dawn.

Come on, get back to your old self!

After a while, Filin came back to his senses, but he trembled from head to toe, and then he raised his hands to examine, and suddenly felt that the muscles on his body were strange and restrictive, as unnatural as the clothes he was wearing.

Filmin can go, he can go, now, tonight, go far away to find people's kind, no one can follow people, let alone find people.

It gives Filin a world of shimmering black and white moonlight, with plenty of food and sleep, both simple and complete. People locked their eyes on each other, and then it summoned Filmin with a soft, glowing green look.

Come with me! Why should people be at peace with humanity and all their jealousy and intrigues?

There is no meat to eat in their never-ending quarrels, and their intrigues are uninteresting, yet even the purest pleasures have to be calculated to obtain.

Why did you choose this life? Come on, stay away from Film!

Filmin blinked. Snowflakes stuck to Film's eyelashes, and Filmin was shivering in the darkness at the moment.

A wolf stood not far from Film, shaking its whole body, its tail stretched out and its ears erected, and then came over and rubbed its head against Film's legs, and its nose gently touched Film's cold hands.

Filin crouched down on one knee and hugged it, feeling the warm fur on its neck with both hands, as well as its strong muscles and bones.

It smells good, clean and wild. "People are like that, and everybody should obey their own nature.

Filmin told it, slightly smacking its ears and getting up.

When it picked up the bag of bones and dragged it into its warm nest, it shuffled to the bottom of the cabin.

Filin turned and walked away. The lights of Fort Buck barely kept Film's eyes open, but Filmin still made his way towards the brilliant lights.

Filming couldn't say why, but he did it.

In times of peace, knowledge of arcane spells was limited to those of royal blood, to ensure that the magic was unique and would not fall into the hands of others as a weapon against the king.

Thus, when Galen became a earnest apprentice in arcane sorcery, his responsibilities included assisting in the training of Silverglow and Hermes, who had no one but them at the time.

Her Majesty's mother concluded that her pampered child was too weak to withstand the rigors of arcane magic.

Thus, after his untimely death, Galen became an arcane wizard with few tasks, at least some believed that he was not trained enough to be an arcane wizard when he was an apprentice, while others insisted that he never possessed the arcane skills needed to become an arcane magician.

In any case, he was unable to prove his abilities during those years, nor could he refute the group of critics who criticized him, simply because he served as an arcane sorcerer in Galen

There were no young princes or princesses in the royal family to train.

It was only after the invasion of the Red Ships that the scope of arcane spell training was expanded, but for several years there was no competent arcane spell team.

According to tradition, it was not uncommon to have three or four arcane spell groups when the Outlanders attacked.

A group usually has six to eight members, all of whom they have chosen to work well with, and at least one key member who has a close relationship with the ruling monarch. This key member reports directly to the monarch the messages conveyed or collected by other members, while the other members who are not responsible for delivering the messages pool their forces to extend their arcane sorcery resources to the monarch for backup.

The key members of these groups are often referred to as the king or queen's people or the people of the king's or queen's people. On rare occasions, someone will appear who is not bound by the group and training, and because of his close ties to the royal family, he can directly access his arcane magical powers through physical contact.

The monarch can gain stamina from this key member to sustain the energy to carry out the code whisper, and according to custom, a group of arcane spells is often named after its key member, and the people have a legendary example like the firenet group.

When Galen created his first and only arcane sorcererage group, he chose to ignore all traditions and named it after the arcane sorcerer who founded it, which he kept after his death.

Instead of gathering arcane spell users to form a group, Galen chooses his own group members, so his group lacks the cohesion that legendary groups have, and each member is loyal only to the arcane magician rather than the monarch.

Therefore, the number of times that the original key member Weiyi reported to Galen was also the same as the number of times he reported to King Creek or Crown Prince Hermes.

In the wake of Galen's death and the collapse of Majesty's arcane spelling abilities, Caton emerged as a key member of Galen's arcane spelling team, while the other surviving team members include Lawson, Desire, Cowardice, and Boli.

Filin runs like a wolf at night.

At first, he thought it was just a vivid dream, the shadows of the ink-splashed trees stretching across the endless snow, he smelled the smell of isolation in the cold wind, and felt the ridiculous pleasure of jumping and digging with the shrews that came out of the winter burrows, and woke up feeling refreshed.

But the next night, when he experienced the vivid dream again, he finally realized that Filin had blocked not only Hermes but also Ariana's dream in his dream, allowing his heart to fully unfold the wolf's nocturnal thoughts.

It was a situation that Hermes or other occult spell users could not follow, completely devoid of the court's intricacies, worries, and never-ending plans.

Filin's wolf lives in the moment, without cluttered memories in his heart, and lives only on his daily needs day after day.

It doesn't remember how many goblins it killed the first two nights, only major events like which path it can hunt the most rabbits, or where the climate never freezes like spring.

This is how Filin first taught him how to hunt, but people didn't do it well at first. Fihrin still gets up early every day to feed him enough food, and tells himself that this is just a private little corner of Filin's life reserved for himself, just like the wolf told me that Fihrin did it out of nature.

In addition, he promised himself that he would not let the link become a complete containment, and that it would soon hunt alone, and that he would let it fly away and live a free life.

Sometimes Filin told himself that he could only let it into dreams, and maybe by teaching it how to hunt and let it go as soon as possible, I refused to think about how Borges felt about it.

Returning from an early morning expedition, Filin found two soldiers with clubs and clubs challenging each other maliciously in the kitchen courtyard, exhaling, moving, and volleying each other in the cold, clear air. Filming didn't know the man at all, and for a while he thought they were both strangers, but the other lady saw Film. "Hey! I have something to say to you.

She shouted to Filin with her stick in her hand.

Filmin glared at her and tried to recognize her, but his opponent couldn't dodge and was hit hard by her.

When he jumped up on one foot, she jumped back and laughed out loud with a hiss of an octave.