Mankind. It said it mockingly. You really aren't part of a pack of wolves, you're human. It stopped by the open door to look at Film.

People tend to think that they can control the lives of others, but they don't get involved.

Do you think you can decide whether you want to be restrained or not? Film's heart belongs to me, and Filmin decides what he wants, but Filmin will not believe in the person who pushes Filmin away, nor will he obey the person who denies the wolves and the containment.

Do you think that Filin is going to bite the rats that come to death in this human nest, and then live like a rat on human garbage?

If people are not the same wolf pack, people are no longer siblings. Filin doesn't owe you, and it's impossible to obey you.

Filin won't stay here, and it's up to me to decide what kind of life I'm going to live.

It's a cunning idea. It was hiding something, but Filmin could only guess. It doesn't matter what you do, little wolf, except for one thing. Don't go back to Fort Bucks with Film.

Filmin won't allow you to do that. You don't allow it – you don't allow it?

Don't let the wind blow through your stone house, or don't you allow grass to grow around it? You don't allow it.

It snorted contemptuously and turned away from Film, who spoke the last few words to it more firmly. "Little wolf!" Filin called out in a human voice. It looked back at Filmin surprise, its small ears turned back to listen to Film's tone, and almost bared its teeth at Film, but Filmin retorted first.

It's something that Filmin has long been accustomed to, like a man who intuitively knows to take his finger off the flames.

This is a power that Filin rarely uses, as Borges used it against Filin, and I don't always believe in its power, but it is very different from the urging that Filin uses when he is in his cage.

Fei Lin forced the psychological repulsion, almost a physical resistance, to make it bounce away from Fei Lin, and it jumped back a big step and stood in the snow with its legs ready to jump, its eyes full of shock.

"Go!" I yelled at it, snarling at it with human words and voices, and at the same time rebuffed it with every ounce of intellectual origin. It jumped up and slammed into the snow and fled, but Flynn restrained herself from refusing to make contact with it, making sure it didn't stop.

No. Call it a day.

The repulsion interrupted the containment, not only to withdraw itself from it, but also to push all ties back from it, to cut it in two, and it was better to keep it that way.

However, he stood and stared at the footprints it had left behind as it vanished, feeling a cold emptiness, a stinging sensation of losing something.

Filming has heard people talk about a severed hand or foot, always reflexively touching the part that is gone forever.

The longer he walked, the more painful he felt, not really a physical pain, but the only thing he could compare it to was that of the stone house.

It felt as cruel as cutting and skinning, worse than Borges taking away the big nose, and Filin chose to do it to himself.

The pale afternoon was colder than the darkness of dawn, and Filin tried not to be ashamed, telling himself that he had just done what he had to do, as I did to the heroine, and he drove the thought out of his head.

No, the little wolf will be fine, and it will be better than when he was with Filin. However, how do wild animals live?

Hiding is always afraid of revealing its whereabouts, will the hounds, hunters or others in the fort find it?

It may feel isolated and lonely, but it will survive.

The connection between the people was severed, but there was a constant temptation for Filin to look out, to see if Filin could still feel it, if his heart was still there

I can touch Film's heart. Filmin resisted harshly, keeping Film's mind as firmly as possible from making contact with it.

Let's go. It doesn't follow Filmin anymore, it doesn't come after Filmin rebukes it like that, no. Filmin walked forward with heavy steps, refusing to look back.

If Filin hadn't been so absorbed in his thoughts, and hadn't been so focused on isolating his mind, he might have sensed some warning signs.

But I'm not sure of that either. The source of intelligence can't be used against those who have been smelted, and I'm not sure if they snuck up on Filin first, or if Filin happened to pass by their hideout by mistake.

Filmin first felt a weight on Film's back, causing Filmin to fall to the ground with his face to the snow, thinking that the wolf would run back to challenge Film's decision.

Film rolls on the ground, and a guy grabs Film by the shoulder just as he is about to stand up.

Of the three male smelters, one was very young, and the other two were tall and looked to be powerful men. Filmin jot down all the information quickly, sorting them through like an exercise given by Etro.

One was tall and held a knife, the other two with sticks. They were dressed in tattered and dirty clothes, their faces were red and peeled from the cold, their beards were filthy, and their hair was shabby

Messy, his face was covered with wounds and scars. Did they kill each other, or did they attack someone else before attacking Film?

Filin broke free from one of them and jumped backwards trying to get away from them.

Fei Lin has a waist knife, although the blade is not long, it is the only weapon that Fei Lin has.

Filin didn't think he needed any weapons today, and he thought that there would be no more smelted people near Fort Stag.

They surrounded Film, who stood in the center, and didn't seem to be worried at all about Film's knife.

"What do you want? Filin's cloak?" Filin unhooked the hook and let the cloak fall. One of the smelted men watched the cloak fall, but no one jumped over to pick it up, as Filin had hoped.

Filmin turned and moved, trying to see the three men at a glance and not let them get behind Filmin, but it wasn't easy.

"Or Film's mitten?" Filmin took off his gloves and threw them at the youngest-looking one, only to see them land at his feet.

They grunted as they moved, shaking their legs and looking at Filin, but no one wanted to attack first, because they knew that Filin had a knife and would be stabbed if he attacked first.

Filmin took a step or two towards the gap in the circle, but they moved closer to prevent Filmin from escaping.

"What the hell do you want?" I yelled at them, spun around trying to see each one, and after a moment locked the eye on one of them.

His eyes were hollow than the wolf's, with no obvious wildness, only the misery and need of physical discomfort, and he blinked as Filmin glared at him.

"Meat. He grunted, as if Filin had squeezed the word out of his mouth.

"There's no meat, there's no food, and you're just going to beg for a beating!"

"You!" the other guy menaced, gloomy and callous, with a clumsy imitation of laughter. "Meat!"

Filmin stopped for too long and spent too much time staring at one of them, only to have the other jump up behind Filmin and pounce on him, wrap his arms around Filmin and hold down one of Filmin's arms, and then suddenly bite Filmin with his teeth at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

Meat. It's the meat of the film.

An unexpected wave of fear swept over him, and as if he were fighting a smelted man for the first time, he used merciless cruelty to treat others in his own way. The weather was Filin's only comrades-in-arms, for they were on the verge of destruction due to hunger and cold, and their hands were sluggish from freezing.

If people are full of fierce willpower to survive, at least in Filin's heart is a new and powerful force, unlike their will to survive that has been worn out by their broken bodies.

Filin's flesh remained in the mouth of the first attacker, but Filin did let himself break free, and he remembered it well.

But what happened next was less clear, and he couldn't prioritize things.

Filin's knife had broken in the young man's ribs, and he vaguely remembered a thumb about to stick into Filin's eye, and the crackling sound of Filin dislocating his finger.

As he grappled with the attacker, the other slammed Filin on the shoulder with a stick until Filin made his companion turn and be beaten.

Filin didn't remember feeling the pain of the thump, and the flesh on Filin's neck that had been bitten off was nothing more than a warm area through which blood flowed. Fei Lin didn't feel hurt and didn't want to kill them all, but Fei Lin couldn't overcome them.

They were outnumbered, and although the young man fell to the snow coughing up blood, one of the other two tried to strangle Film, and the other tried to pull out the sword tangled in Film's flesh and sleeve.

Film's punches and kicks try to hurt the enemy, but to no avail, and at the same time he feels the world around him begin to turn black and spin around.

Brothers!

It came, baring its teeth like a pound-heavy ram and lunging at the grappling of the people, and then everyone fell in the snow. The strong impact caused the smelted man to let go of his hand, and he was able to suck a breath into his lungs.

Film's mind cleared, and suddenly he had the will to fight again, forgetting the pain and hurt, and fighting with all his might! Filmin swore that Filmin saw that he was strangled purple, and smelled the maddening smell of blood gushing out of his wounds, so he gritted his teeth and fought to the end.

The wolf then pushes one of the attackers back to get Filin out of the trap, then attacks him with a speed that no one can match, biting violently before the enemy can catch him, and then leaps away, and it gallops back.

Filin knew that he realized it when the little wolf gritted his teeth, and he also felt death gurgle in his mouth, and the blood that quickly spurted out soaked Filin's mouth and nose, and also flowed all over his cheeks, and the breath of death enveloped Filin.

Filin shook his head and tore at the flesh of his enemies with his teeth, letting all his life force drain under his stinking clothes.

Then there was a dead silence.

Then Filin sat on the snow against a tree, and the little wolf lay not far from Filin with blood on his front hooves, and licked his feet with his tongue, carefully, slowly, and thoroughly.