Filin came to the edge of Fort Stag. From here, you can only see sparsely scattered houses, and the road surface is steeper, and it is much steeper. Filin placed the cage on the snowy ground again, and the little wolf shrunk into a ball inside, and it was thin and small, without resentment. It was hungry, and Filmin made a decision.

He's going to let you out. He's going to carry you away.

It didn't react, just calmly watched as Filmin fiddled with the door buckle and then opened the door.

Filin thought it would run past Filin and disappear into the night and snow, but it just curled up in place.

Filin reached into the cage and grabbed the nape of its neck and pulled it out, and in a few moments it pounced on Filin, its mouth wide open and ready to bite Filin's throat. Filming raised his arms in real time, crossed his forearms and pushed them into its mouth, grasping the nape of its neck and pushing his arms deeper into its mouth than it wanted.

It tried to tear Film's belly with its hind legs, but Film's tight crop top was thick enough to minimize the damage.

Then the people rolled and rolled on the snow, biting and wrestling like madmen, but Filin had enough weight and strength, and years of experience in fighting dogs, so he could hold on to his back and subdue him.

And it struggled helplessly, its head twisting back and forth, and cursing in words that were not human

Film. When it drained itself, he leaned forward and pressed it, grabbed it by the throat, and bent over to stare into its eyes. It's body language it can understand, he adds. Filin is the big wolf. You're a little wolf. You're going to listen to Film!

Filin grabbed it and stared at it, and it quickly looked away, but Filin still held on to it, until it turned back to look at Filin, and then noticed that its eyes had changed. Filmin let it get up and walk away, and it lay motionless. Get up.

Come here. It rolled over and stood up and walked over to Filin, lowering its belly to the ground, its tail tucked between its legs. As it approached Film, it fell sideways to expose its belly and whimpered gently.

After a while, Film's heart relented. It doesn't matter, people just need to get to know each other and he doesn't want to hurt you. Come on now! Filin reached out and stroked its chest, but when he touched it, it barked, causing Filin to feel the glowing red pain.

Where did you get hurt?

It was as if he saw the man who was full of anger and held a stick in his cage. In the air.

Filmin tried to gently examine its entire body, only to see years of scabies and lumps on its ribs.

Filmin got up and kicked the cage aside violently, and it walked over and leaned against Film's leg. Film is so hungry and so cold.

The sensation of it was once again infused like blood into Filin's body, and when he stroked it, it was difficult to separate Filin's thoughts.

Was it because of Film's anger at the mistreatment it had suffered? Or was it anger at its own insignificance? Filming decided not to think about the inconsequential question, and carefully picked it up and stood up.

Instead of holding it in a cage, it didn't feel that heavy.

It was covered in hair and had long bones, which made Filin regret that she had used too much force on it, but also knew that it was the only language it knew. "Filmin will take care of you. Filmin forced himself to speak out loud.

Warm. Thinking gratefully, he pulled the cloak over to cover it.

Its perception became Filin's, and he could smell himself a thousand times heavier than Filin wanted to smell. Horses, dogs, wood burning smoke, beer and a touch of perfume with stars.

Filming did his best to block its senses, clinging to the path to Fort Stag. Flynn knew of an abandoned log cabin in which a pig farmer once lived, just behind the barn, but no one lived in it now. The house was too shabby, and it was too far from the inhabitants of Fort Bucks, but it was exactly what Filin wanted.

He was going to put it there, give it some bones to gnaw, eat cooked rice, and make a bed with straw to put it to sleep.

After a week or two, maybe a month, it will regain its strength and be able to take care of itself. Then, he would take it to the west side of Fort Stag and release it.

Is there any meat?

Filin sighed. There will be. Film's commitment to it. No animal had ever felt Filin's thoughts so fully, or expressed its own thoughts so clearly. Luckily, people don't spend too much time together. Good thing it will be leaving soon.

Warm. It retorted to Filin, then fell asleep with its head on Filin's shoulder, its wet nose sniffing Filin's ears gently.

Of course, there were old rules of conduct, and these practices were much stricter than they are now.

But, with all due respect, people do not pretentiously distance themselves from these conventions.

A warrior is still bound by what he says, and there is nothing more foolish for a comrade who fights side by side than to lie or humiliate him. In addition, the law of good neighborliness also forbade the use of force against those who shared salt at the same table.

The winter in Fort Stag became even stronger, and the storm swept from the sea, carrying a strong chill against the people, and then disappeared without a trace. Flying snow usually falls immediately after that, and the battlements are covered with a large amount of snow, as thick as a dessert on a stone cake.

The long night seemed even longer, and the stars shimmered coldly in the clear night sky.

After returning from a long journey in the Kingdom of Mountains, Filin was not as afraid of the cold as before.

When he went to the stables and the old barn every day for his routine, Film's cheeks would heat from the cold and his eyelashes would stick together from the frost, but Filmin always knew that home and a warm fireplace were nearby.

The blizzard and the deep cold howled like wolves barking at the door, but the animals in charge of guarding also held back the red boat's invasion of the shore.

Time flies slowly for Film. Firin, as Atro suggested, visits Floya every day, but the stubbornness of the people is too similar. Filin was sure that people were off each other, but even so, he didn't dare to spend too much time with the little wolf, lest they hold each other back. Film's lack of other regular errands not only makes Filmin feel like a year, but also makes Filmin constantly think of Ariana.

The night was the most unbearable, his sleeping heart would lose control, and all he dreamed of was Arianna of Filin, his candle-making girl in a crimson dress, but now in a serious and monotonous blue maid's dress.

If Filin can't approach her in the daytime, pursue her in a dream with the courage, sincerity and vigor that Filin didn't have when he was awake!

As people strolled along the beach after the storm, he held her hand, kissed her without hesitation, and looked into her eyes without hiding, because no one could keep her away from the film in his dreams.

First of all, Etro's training for Filin lured Filin into keeping an eye on her, knowing that she was in the room on the servant's floor and which window was hers.

Fei Lin casually knew the time of her comings and goings, and stood where he could see her footsteps and watched her go to the market to run errands, but he couldn't keep himself from standing there despite his efforts.

Firin knew which maids were her friends, and although he couldn't talk to her, he could always greet them and chat, hoping for Ariana's involuntary attention while helplessly longing for her. Filmin didn't want to sleep or eat, and he wasn't interested in anything.

One night, he sat in the guard's room across from the kitchen, found a place in the corner where he could lean against the wall, and stretched his booted legs to the stool opposite, indicating that Filin did not want to be accompanied. A glass of ale that had warmed up a few hours ago was placed in front of Film, but Filmin was not even in the mood to get drunk.

Filin tried not to think without looking at anything, and then the stool jerked away from Filin's outstretched feet.

Filming nearly fell out of his seat, and when he sat down, he saw Borges sitting across from Film.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked rudely. He leaned forward and raised his voice, "Are you sick again?"

Filin looked back at the table and said quietly, "There were a few tremors, but not really serious convulsions, which only happen when he was too tired. ”

He nodded solemnly, then waited.

Fei Lin looked up and saw his deep eyes staring at Fei Lin, and the care touched Fei Lin's heart. Filmin shook his head, and suddenly there was no sound. "It's Ariana. Filmin said after a while.

"You didn't find her, where did she go?"

"Nope. Here she is, at Fort Bucks, is Starshow's maid, but Starlight won't let Filin see her, she says......"

Borges's eyes were wide open when he heard Filin say the first few words, and now he looked around at the people and gestured to the door.

Filin got up and followed him to the stable, then upstairs to his room.

Filin sat at the table in front of his fireplace, watched as he took out the Tirce brandy and two cups, and then laid out the tools for sewing the leather, which turned out that he had a large pile of undiminished harness to mend.

He gave Filin a bridle for a new belt, and he himself delicately decorated the brims of a saddle. He pulled his stool and looked at Filin.

"This Ariana, he's seen her, she's in the laundry with Rem proudly looking up in her sparkling red coat?"

"That's her hair. Filin reluctantly corrected him.

"The buttocks are wide enough to be raw. He was approving.

Filin glared at him. "Thank you. Filmin said coldly.

His toothy grin shocked Film. "Be angry! Flynn would rather you be angry than feel sorry for yourself. Come, tell Film!"

And Filin told him, perhaps more than in the guardhouse, for there were only two people here.

Fei Lin also drank some brandy, and the familiar sights, smells, and crafts of his room surrounded him.

Fei Lin couldn't find a safer place in his life, safe enough to tell him about his pain.

He didn't say a word or comment, and even when Filin had finished, he remained silent, and he just watched as he kneaded the dye into the shape of a stag that had just been carved into the leather.