One day i was hunting with my brother in the forest behind our house, in the middle of our hunt a cry rang out, startling us. seconds later another cry rang out, this one a cry of pain, against our better judgement we immediately ran towards where we thought the cry came from.
when we arrived we were treated to a scene so bloody it would make a grown man vomit. in the clearing we arrived in there was a large crimson crow surrounded by the dead bodies of other crows, it was desperately fighting against a wolf. as the battle went on the crow started becoming more and more fatigued and started slowing down, the wolf, showing no signs of exhaustion, immediately lunged at the crows throat.
my brother and i took this opportunity to engage the wolf, we sprinted into the clearing. sense my brother was always a better archer then me he stayed back to fire arrows if needed while i drew my short sword from its scabbard and charged at the wolf.
of course being a wolf it immediately jumped away, out of reach of my sword. i stood between the crow and the wolf, sword at the ready, the wolf once again lunged at the crow, only to be met with my blade. injured, it let lose a cry of pain and jumped back. it then took a different approach it circled around me, i made sure to always face it, never to turn my back to it. seeing this, it lunged, this time at me. it closed the distance to fast for me to swing my sword.
*TWANG*
the wolf fell to the ground just in front of me with an arrow in its eye. "thanks bro!" i shouted to my brother. "lets get the wolf and head back" he replied, "what about the crow?" i asked, "do whatever you want with it" he said. with that we grabbed the wolf, and were preparing to leave when the crow walked up to me and looked at me as if to say "what about me?". seeing this i laughed and offered my arm for it to hop on to, which it did.