A bulky man greeted ivan at the airport waiting area. To his excitement a blushed runs to his cheek upon seeing the big letters cardboard were his name was written in a very unique cursive. The man must have put an effort to do it for him.
"Mr ivan lass, its an honor to finally met you.
Im Hulk sir, you can call me Hulk". Giving his big hand for a hand shake which mr. Evan accepted. Hulk was like 5 years older than him.. by just looking atΒ his physique he holds authority which evan feel thankful for his safety or so or maybe that is how people in this country stands.
" Its good to be here. And the 6 hours flight makes me exhausted." Looking to his surrounding with enthusiasm. Being here is what he needs, a distraction. Hopefully a good distraction.
Mr hulk piled all the luggages in the beat up pick up truck. Were he find it amusing. Never have thought he will be riding this kind of car in his life. He find it rediculous at the same time. maybe theres a reason why and he thought who is he walking like a fashion lunatic in this country side. can't help but to giggle on his self.
Dancing and jumping with joy he started unpacking his things. arrange his cloth neatly inside the closet and so his toiletries inside the bathroom and last his groceries arranging it inside the cupboard. Water and milk inside the mini fridge below the nook.
Feeling disgusted, he take a nice bath. Relaxing his body in the bathtub with warm towel on his head. Suddenly he hears a very sad howling outside he was shaking his head and closed his eyes after all this is a Lonewolf Mountain Resort by the name it self "wolf" you would surely hears howling every now in then hoping they are not scary at all.
He stay in the tub until his fingers and toes turn to prune listening to the sad howling outside like a lullaby, he quickly finish his bath and dry his body and curly hair with his portable blower. He put sweatpants and white t-shirts and put jacket with hood putting his sock and shoes. The howling became low and base on his calculation it is the same voice nothing answering he presumed that when wolf or dogs howl they are talking to each other how come this one nobody answer his calls. Hhmm there must be something wrong. With his curiosity he headed to the door into the terrace and survey his surrounding he look over to see where this sad howling came from he follows the foot trail at the back side of the cabin leading him down the hill into the woods the moon was giving him enough light to make his way to the trail and grab a stick strong enough to support him going down the stiff hills.
Five minutes hike he step into a boulder he saw a blooded grey wolf grunting with pain echoed in the air, shattered beneath her is two pups bath in her blood.