The wind was blowing gently, swaying the green grass that spread widely. The sheep were running in the sun, and a woman was holding a wooden stick and, in one hand, was holding a basket filled with fleece she had just finished shaving.
Three Werewolves approached and stopped in front of the woman. The flock of sheep behind her was just indifferent, they were busy chewing grass.
"Keywords?" she asked in a low voice, her rice straw hat swaying in the wind.
The White Wolf turned into Michelle, followed by Eros and Morgan. Eros cleared his throat slowly.
"Today's sky is filled with gray-faced people."
Morgan heard that immediately glared, he glanced at Eros and the woman looked at each other. After the sound of sheep echoed for a while, the woman nodded.
"Please."
Eros nodded, he led Michelle and Morgan into a meadow full of sheep, Morgan looked back to see the woman again.
