It was a gruesome event that happened before my eyes. The poor knight got blown into pieces, revealing its organs and blood gushing out from its body. Some of those crimson fluids splattered on my face, bathing me with the gooey stench of fresh blood.
I widened my eyes when Fenrir killed her first prey in front of me. I told her to contain her excitement, but she did not listen. And now, we had to pay the price of making an enemy of the kingdom.
"What have you done?" I asked Fenrir, but my voice never reached her ears.
Fenrir revealed her claws stained with the scarlet liquid, while growling at the corpse. She continued looking around, hunting for anyone standing in her way.
Regardless of her frenzy, I wanted to save Fenrir from anger. I wanted to be there for her side like I did to Merleen. Despite getting nothing in return, I still wished to help her. I may be nothing to her, but she was still a friend in my eyes.
