Under the light of the campfire, the four werewolves murmured, and the fluff around them faded like a tide, revealing smooth skin.

Dean and Cayden saw their human form clearly.

Two men and one woman, both in their twenties, with well-defined facial features, a tall nose, and black stripes... The hairstyle is peculiar, with most of the hair stripped off, leaving only a narrow strip of hair in the middle of the head, and then erected upwards with animal skin headbands to form a unique ponytail.

Dean moved his gaze.

They wore elastic aprons, long leggings, and shawls made of animal skin.

Men are bare-chested, women have an extra bandeau because of regular exercise, their bodies are toned, their streamlined muscle lines are like cheetahs, and their arms are painted red...

Green, blue, and amber eyes stared at Dean with a rebellious and angry look.

"Who are you and what have you done to us? Why can't it heal itself? A girl with a slightly softer face, a mixture of wild and sweet, looked at Dean and asked, her voice as crisp as a lark, unusually beautiful, but her English pronunciation was very awkward, like a child who had just learned to speak.

Dean looked down condescendingly, "Don't your people know how to respect the strong, and if you lose in battle, you should obey me and answer my questions." ”

"You're breaking the rules!" A strong, sturdy man glared at Dean and said in unfamiliar English, "Trespassing into the territory of the coyote tribe without permission, and ignoring the wolves' repeated warnings, and launching a sneak attack again!" ”

The third lady with a narrow face and a hot body took over in a cold voice, "If you want to communicate, solve the witchcraft immediately." ”

Dean shook his head, "Have you figured out the situation, now it's my turn to make a request." ”

The four youths stared at him with wide eyes, their faces expressionless, like statues, and despite the loss of resistance, they still held their chins high, revealing the pride and impulsiveness of the young werewolf.

A slight cough broke the stalemate, and Cayden walked over, crouching in front of several people in his werewolf form, his amber pupils scanning the four,

"We have no ill will, we are only here for negotiation and exchange."

"I'm Kayden, this is Dean, what's your name?"

The four exchanged a look and looked at Dean stubbornly,

"Dismantle the witchcraft first."

Dean stared at the group for a moment, shrugged, and reached out to touch the joints of their hands and feet in turn.

Their health strength is similar to that of Kaiden, their tibial joints are thick and strong, and Dean heals quickly after eliminating the influence of life energy.

The sweet girl struggled to her feet and pointed at her strong breasts, "Asuka Bird." ”

A sexy woman with a narrow face, "Black Fox." ”

A strong, rugged-looking man, "Red Wolf." ”

A well-proportioned man with long hands and feet, "Willow." ”

The image but the peculiar name made Dean frown.

Real name or nickname?

"Four, we went into the mountains to investigate the situation, and can you take us to the tribe to meet your chiefs. ”

"Chief?" Asuka's emerald eyes flickered with doubt, as if he did not understand the meaning of the word,

"Alpha Wolf." Dean added in a deep voice,

"That can't be helped, the tribe hasn't given birth to an alpha wolf for several years..."The red wolf shook his head, his eyes gloomy,

Dean asked, "Without the Alpha Wolf, who will lead you?" ”

"Your Excellency the Priest closest to Alpha." Willow replied, his voice as rough and cold as the bark of a tree.

Kayden said, "Please take us back to the priest, we have something important to inform him." ”

Asuka looked at the black fox, red wolf, and willow who were crawling up beside him with inquiring eyes, and the three of them nodded and warned sternly,

"You have defeated us and are qualified to meet the priests. But be sure to abide by the rules of the mountain, no hands, no quarrels, no no reason to attack wolves and other wild animals, no damage to plants... Otherwise the whole mountain range will be your enemy, understand? ”

Dean and Cayden exchanged a look and nodded, but a strange feeling welled up in their hearts, how did protecting animals and plants sound like a legendary druid.

But they're werewolves.

At this moment, Asuka walked to the campfire with two round and slender thighs, and reached out to touch the head of the unconscious head wolf.

The wolf opened his eyes, licked her palm meekly, nodded and roared at Cayden, and dug up dust with his paws to extinguish the campfire, waking up the unconscious subordinates one by one.

"Keep up!"

The four young men reverted into werewolf form and scurried towards the mountains and forests ahead, while Cayden picked up his backpack and followed him like a beast on all fours.

Dean jumped into the crown of one pine tree, bent his knees, and jumped on another branch with the agility of an ape, and so on.

The jumping movement is fluent, nimble, and extremely graceful – figures flickering in and out of the treetops.

In the moonlight, the five werewolves strode like a raging wind through the undulating forest, and from time to time they raised their heads to the sky and let out a long wolf howl.

A dark shadow ghostly flew through the air above them, climbing slopes, jumping over fallen dead trees, and flying over sticky mire.

Dean clearly felt that these four guys wanted to dismount themselves and leave them behind exhausted, so as to avenge the beating they had received before.

It's a pity that they are too young to learn enough lessons, and they don't know who is following them.

Half an hour of speeding along the complex terrain between the forests.

Asuka suddenly slowed down, his chest heaving violently under the fur vest, his wheezing sound was heavy, and his forehead was slightly sweaty above his blue eyes.

Dean easily jumped off the treetops and landed beside them, smiling at the stubborn wolf girl, the smell of sweat on her body was not the expected carnivore body odor, but with the scent of plants.

"Actually, it's okay if you go slower."

The four of them lifted their werewolf form in silence, and marched with a steady pace of Bizhiqi, no longer having the intention of getting rid of them,

"Say a few words, folks... You don't look much older than us," Cayden couldn't help the dull atmosphere, "You were born to live in the mountains?" ”

The red wolf nodded, and said in an urn voice, "This sacred soil nourishes our lives, and we must also spend our lives taking care of this land that nourishes us." ”

Cayden asked, "Then your parents are werewolves." ”

"They are not called werewolves, they are warriors of the patron saints." The black fox corrected solemnly,

"You can be wolves and warriors from birth?"

"The Patronus has given us warrior forms that have been passed down through the bloodline, but they are not born to awaken." Asuka pursed her lips, "From about five or six years old, we will learn from the wolves... Seeing things like them, hunting, running, sniffing the scents of the mountains, listening to the sounds of the forests, and being one with nature every day, nature will guide us in the direction and train us to be powerful warriors to protect the land and maintain order in the mountains. ”

And Cayden tasted what she had to describe, and his eyes gradually lit up, which was much more civilized than the werewolf who drank blood.

Dean was 100% sure that the werewolves were different from the werewolves he had smuggled from Europe to the United States, and that they were two species.

"What does the Patronus mean?"

Asuka was pleased with the amazed looks on their faces, and said proudly, "The Patron Spirit is the faith of our tribe, and he will tell you when you see the priest." ”

"But you first turned into wolves... In warrior form, never lost control? Kayden nervously asked, "Haven't you been carried away by the desire to kill and eat?" ”

"The chances of getting out of control are slim." The red wolf seemed to think of something, and looked at Kayden with pity, "Before our first transformation, we have already begun to gallop through the mountains and forests, cultivate wildness, stimulate wildness, get used to wildness, and learn to control wildness, so after transformation, we will not be driven by it, we will let it gallop, carve it into the bone marrow, turn it into a talent, and use it to hunt and survive as we like, killing those beings who threaten our beloved companions and land." We are the most secretive race on this green planet! ”

"Your tribe didn't teach you to control?"

Cayden lowered his head when he heard this, and a trace of bitterness and sadness passed through his eyes.

Where does he have any tribe?

If he had received these trainings and nurture in the first place, would he have accidentally killed his adoptive parents?

And Dean found that the progress had jumped to sixty percent, and changed the subject, "What is your ability to hide in the trees and grass before?" Can the warrior form cast magic? ”

"It's an instinct." Asuka didn't hide it, "Our hidden instinct to survive in the mountains and forests for a long time can hide from most of the animals, plants, and humans, but we can't hide it from you, how did you find out?" ”

"Intuition." Dean replied cleanly and succinctly, "How did you manipulate the crows?" ”

"That's the priest's eye."

……

In the darkness of the night, the six of them continued to walk fairly quickly, making their way along the hidden and winding paths of the mountain forest, through a meadow dotted with sparse trees and a misty valley.

Along the way, they met dozens of werewolves hiding in the trees, bushes, and soil, and warily examined the unfamiliar faces of Dean and Cayden, and conducted a large number of repeated interrogations, as if interrogating prisoners.

In the end, he was released under the explanation of Asuka and others.

In the wee hours of the morning.

After running hundreds of kilometers in the mountains, the six reached the end of the trip.

Get past the tight werewolf defenses.

A small open space is exposed in the mountains and forests, and more than a dozen farmlands are divided, planted with golden corn, heavy pumpkins, sweet potatoes... and other crops, carrying the starlight sprinkled in the night sky.

A vigorous stream cascading down the cliff from the top of the hill irrigated into a ditch at the edge of the farmland.

"You're still farming?" Kayden was surprised, "You're not predators?" ”

"Not all tribesmen are brave and good at fighting, and can become warriors, hunting and defending the tribe against enemies," Asuka said, showing off the black and red tattoos on his face and hands, "Some are more suitable for breeding, logistics..."

She pointed to the beehive, an old woman with a wide shoulder and a cloak of animal skins.

Her dress was not as simple as that of the four young people of Asuka, but a variety of earrings and collars made of the bones of the wearers.

The old woman nodded respectfully at the four people on the way back, looked at the unfamiliar faces of Cayden and Dean in surprise, and in an obscure language, called the red wolf, willow wood, and black fox to her side and talked.

Dean noticed that black and white stripes were drawn on her exposed skin, and it dawned on her that the color of the tattoo was a symbol of the tribe's identity.

Red and black are warrior guardians, and black and white stripes are logistics, civilians.

What about the priests?

There is no answer.

Asuka led the two to a large cave, where the guards at the entrance of the cave were dressed in a special way, their cheeks were painted black with natural paint, their arms were painted red, and they wore a Roach headdress on their heads that was made of porcupine thorns, the hair of a deer's tail, and the hair of a deer standing upright on a leather band.

Asuka looked at him and explained, "Tiger Tooth, they are people from outside the mountain, and they are entering the mountain for the first time, and they have something important to meet the priests. ”

"The priest already knows, go in."

The man nodded, casting a stern glance at Dean and Kayden, looking at the hiking backpack behind them,

"There's gunpowder in there, it must be left behind."

The two untied their backpacks and handed them to the man, entering the cave.

The interior was brighter than expected, with regular torches on the walls, and the firelight illuminated a spacious hall worthy of a football field, and a teepee made of long wooden poles and animal skins.

Dean looked at dozens of plainly dressed Indians sitting on thick straw outside their tents, weaving their robes, blankets, or playing Indian flutes from animal skins, letting the soft, gentle, yet desolate music roam among the caves.

Dean vaguely saw a wolf howling at the moon in front of his eyes, and his heart was inexplicably throbbing.

If you ignore the blinding white light and the beastly vertical pupils of these Indians, then this place is a paradise that is indisputable.

But there is some kind of mysterious power in this place, and Dean's divine perspective can't even go deep into the cave and peek into the secrets of the depths.

Kayden glanced at everyone to make sure there was no man in his grandfather's description, and turned to the huge saucepan in the center of the hall, his expression glazed over, and there were still uneaten carrots, potatoes, corn, and stewed mutton in the saucepan.

"Most of the time we eat more nutritious, natural raw foods." Asuka saw his confusion and blinked, a hint of joy on his sweet face, "But times are changing, just as our language is changing, and we occasionally change our tastes and taste some cooked food." Let's go, the priest is still further inside. ”

The two of them crossed the hall at the entrance of the cave and the group of tribesmen, and continued deeper.

The tunnel narrowed, and Dean counted one hundred and thirty-five tribesmen along the way, a small scale.

Continuing inside, he noticed a series of frescoes sketching with natural dyes gradually appearing on the walls on both sides—

In the first painting, a werewolf with a slender snout, large ears, slender legs, and brush-shaped tail hair, a dark brownish-gray body color, a white belly, and copper-colored back hair, and a black stripe in the center of the back, stands up, planting trees, berries, strawberries, and kamath garlic, while primitive humans follow it to learn.

Head down the tunnel.

In the second painting, it drills wood to make a fire and transmits the flame to humans.

In the third painting, long knives for cutting and axes for chopping were made into canoes and given to humans.

Later, in the murals, this unassuming coyote taught humans all kinds of knowledge in daily life, making quivers and blowing arrows, using various weapons and hunting, and helping humans survive and reproduce in the dangerous land.

"Who is this wolf?" Dean asked Asuka, and Asuka's sweet face showed reverence, and before he could speak, another voice came from the depths of the cave.

"It's Coyote Coty, our patron saint."

This voice is full, deep, firm and decisive, which makes people listen to it unconsciously, and follow it unconsciously.

Asuka bowed, and Dean and Cayden followed the voice.

"Your Excellency the Wolf Howl."

The priest of the tribe wore a thick gray wolf's coat and a black crown of feathers that symbolized wisdom, and was tall and strong like most werewolves, but without the arrogance and arrogance of aggressiveness, his expression was calm and gentle, and his amber eyes were like melted gold, giving the impression of a weathered wise elder, and his face was painted with blue stripes, and every fold between the stripes was full of stories about the tribe.

He walked up to Dean and Cayden and gave Asuka a look, and Asuka turned away.

Cayden looked at the priest as if he were enchanted, and the call from the blood made his lips tremble and his eyes filled with tears.

And Dean found that the white light on his body was stronger than any werewolf he had seen before, more than half of himself, but it did not bring any sense of crisis, and he was not hostile to himself.

The priest smiled heartily, and his golden vertical pupils swept across the faces of the two, as if penetrating the flesh and bones, and penetrating the souls of the two.

"Kayden, Dean... Two distinguished guests from afar, welcome to the land of coyotes. ”

"You are full of doubts, then come, Curty will answer your questions."

(End of chapter)