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He didn't knew why he had survived, perhaps because he was the oldest and healthiest of the bunch, but through such sorrow his face never changed. His expression was always that of sorrow. Even after accomplishing a better life when he grew older and ended working for an aristocrat as a farmer of their corps and gardener, he always wore a bitter face, and nothing, anything ever changed it.
One day the house of his lord was assaulted by creatures he had never seen before, half wolf half human beings that began to ravage everything and assassinate his lord and his wife, while he ran away with the little lady he often saw. Perhaps the only little sunshine he had on his life.
