Brothers?

Here it comes. People see each other in the old place pig shed.

Night-eyed hunting far away. Filin waited for him with a pouch of ointment and a bag of bones, and the flying snow around him surrounded Filin, like sparks dancing endlessly in the winter.

As he explored the darkness with his eyes, he sensed that it was approaching Film, but it still managed to jump out by surprise to scare Film, but it was kind to Film, just biting and shaking Filmin's uninjured wrist.

People walked into the house, and he lit a remnant candle and checked its shoulder.

Filin was really tired and sore last night, so he was happy to see his masterpiece.

Filin trimmed the thick short hairs on the side of the wound, and then cleaned the wound with clean snow, and the scab on it had thickened and blackened, and it was evident that it had bled a little more today, but it was okay.

Filmin applied a thick layer of oily ointment to the wound, and although Yeyan was a little cringe, he still endured the pain

Let Filmin medicate it, then turn to sniff the ointment on the wound in confusion.

Goose fat, it began to lick the ointment as it spoke.

Whatever it is, the ointment is not harmful to it anyway, and its tongue can also push the ointment deep into the wound, which is more effective than applying it with a finger.

Hungry?, Filin asked.

Not too hungry. There are a lot of rats at the old well. Next, it sniffs lightly at the film's bag, but a little beef or game to fill its stomach is also good.

Filin poured the bones into a pile, and then it threw itself over the pile, sniffing and sniffing and picking a fleshy articular bone to feast on.

People quickly went hunting? It was for Film's imagination to be smelted.

In a day or two! Filin hopes to swing his sword next time.

Film doesn't blame you. Cow teeth aren't much of a weapon, but don't wait too long.

Why?

Because Filin saw a couple of those people today, the guys who didn't feel it.

They found a stag frozen to death along the stream and ate it, and it was filthy and smelly!

But they still ate it. However, it won't delay them for long, as they will be closer tomorrow.

The people are going hunting tomorrow and take Filmin to see where you find them.

When Filin closed his eyes, he knew which river bank it was referring to. Filmin didn't know you'd come this far! Did you keep walking there today with a shoulder injury?

Not that far.

There was a hint of boastfulness in its reply. And Filin knew that people would go looking for them together. Filin can walk much faster on his own, so it's easier for Filin to find them alone and then take you on a hunt.

It's not hunting, Nighteye.

No. But that's what people do for their own wolves.

Filin sat with it for a moment in the silence, watching it gnaw on the bones that Filin had brought.

It thrives well this winter, has plenty of food and lives a free life out of its cage, which has allowed it to gain weight and strengthen its muscles.

Snowflakes fall on its fur, but its thick gray fur resists the snowflakes and prevents moisture from seeping into its skin, and it smells healthy, not the overeating, indoors, and inactive obese dog smell, but a fresh, wild scent.

You saved Filin's life yesterday.

You freed Filin from death in a cage.

Filin thought that Filin had been lonely for so long that he had forgotten what it was like to have a friend.

It stopped chewing on the bones and looked up at Filin with gentle and joyful eyes.

Friend?'s a trivial word, brother, and it's in the wrong direction, so don't think of Filmin as a friend anymore.

I'm to you what you're to Film, people are brothers who hold each other back, and they belong to the same wolf pack, but Filmin won't be everything you need. It gnawed at the bone again, and Filin savored what it had just said.

Sleep well, brother. Filin said to it before leaving.

It scoffed. Sleep, isn't it? The moonlight was about to break through the clouds and give Filmin the light he needed to hunt, but if it was still dark, he would sleep.

Filin nodded and let it continue to feast on the bones. When he walked back to the castle, he felt less desolate and lonely, but he still felt guilty for how Nighteye had adapted to his own and Firin's way of life.

Just because it went out to search for the whereabouts of the smelted person, it didn't seem to be a matter of fairness.

It's for the same wolf pack, for the good of the same wolf pack. These senseless people want to invade people's territory, and they are not allowed to do so. It took this for granted, and was surprised by Filin's uneasiness.

Filin nodded in agreement in the darkness and pushed open the kitchen door towards the dim light and warmth.

As he went upstairs to his room, he pondered what he had done in the past few days.

Filmin was determined to let the wolf live a free life, but in the end he became a brother with it, and Filmin did not regret it.

I also warned Hermes that another group of smelted men were heading towards Fort Stag, only to find out that he had known about it for a long time, and had earned myself the task of studying the spirits and finding other users of arcane spells.

Filin even begged him to give the garden to Floya, keeping her too busy to care about her own injuries, but in doing so, he deceived her and made her more determined in her love for Hermes.

Filming paused at the steps to catch his breath, thinking that perhaps the people were dancing to the servant's music!

He fumbled for the brass key in his pocket again, thinking to himself that now was a good time. Hermes is not in his room, but Charin is, and Charin will let Filin enter the room and use the key to open the box. Filin's hands were full of scrolls he had found there, more than Filin had imagined. Filming took them back to his room and put them in the closet, made a fire in the fireplace to keep them warm, and then glanced at the cloths that had been applied to the bite on his neck, but they had already turned into a dirty mass of blood, and although he knew that it was time to change the medicine, he was afraid to peel it off.

After a while, he added more firewood, sorted the scrolls one by one, saw the cobwebbed lines of small print and faded illustrations, and looked up at his room.

A bed, a cupboard, a small table beside the bed, a large jug and bowl with a handle for bathwater, an ugly tapestry of a wise king and a yellowed ancient spirit discussing things, and a few candles on the mantelpiece.

Since the first night Filmin moved in, the furnishings of this room have changed little over the years. It was an empty and uninspiring room, and he suddenly felt like an empty and unimaginative person.

Film's beating, chasing, hunting, and obeying orders, although he is a person, is more like a hound, and he is also an unpleasant hound that is not appreciated by anyone, but he is just a member of the dog pack.

When was the last time Creek or Etro summoned Firin, and why did even the servants make fun of Firin.

Am I just a tool for anything and for anyone, and is there anyone else who cares about film but myself?

Suddenly, he couldn't tolerate being alone anymore, so Filin put down the scroll in his hand and left the room.

There was a pause as he knocked on the door of the constellation. "Who is it?" was Reem's voice.

"Kaz Silverlight. ”

"Kaz Silver!" was a little surprised in her tone, for Filin usually came during the day, but today Filin was late. He was relieved to hear the sound of the wooden bar moving away and the latch opening, and she listened to Film's words to be careful with the door. The door slowly opened, and Rem smiled suspiciously and stepped back to let Filin in.

Filin greets Rem cordially as he enters, then looks for Starlight.

Filin guessed that she was in another room, and somewhere in the corner of this room sat Ariana who was busy with needlework with her eyes downcast, but she didn't look up at Filin, or gesture to Filin.

She wore her hair in a round bun under a small lace hat, and wore a blue outfit that might look simple to other women, but it looked monotonous on her.

She was still working with her head down, and when Filin saw Rem looking at Filin, and then he looked at Ariana, the feeling in her heart couldn't help but vent like a wild horse.

It took only four steps for Filin to cross the room to her chair and kneel, holding her hand and kissing her as she flinched.

"Kaz Silverlight!" Star roared angrily behind Filin.

Fihrin saw her standing in front of the door and closed her lips angrily, and Fihrin turned away from looking at her.

Ariana also looked away, but Filin still held her hand and spoke calmly, "Filin can't go on like this.

No matter how stupid, how dangerous, and no matter what others think, he just can't be separated from you. ”

She withdrew her hand, and he let go of it because he didn't want to hurt her, but instead grabbed her skirt and squeezed it like a stubborn child. "At least talk to me. Filin begged her, but Star replied.

"Kaz Silverglow, that's not appropriate. Stop now!"

"It wasn't a proper and proper thing for Film's father to pursue you back then, but he didn't hesitate, he must have felt the same way he did now. Filin was still looking at Ariana.

This earned Filmin a surprising silence. At this time, Ariana put the embroidery aside and got up and walked away, making Filin realize that she had to let go or she would tear her skirt, so Filin let go and let her stay away from Filin.

"Mrs. Xingcai, can you let Fei Lin go back to his room early tonight to rest?"

"Of course. Constellation replied, but not so sure.

"If you're gone, he'll have nothing. Filin knew his tone was too dramatic, and he still knelt beside her chair.