[A/N: A chapter that has darker subject matter. I did my best to limit the amount of trauma in the chapter that a character faces, but it's still rather graphic.]
They ran a few miles away before Grant used his wind to dig a hole big enough for the two of them to fit along with the big woven pouches of the one Wolf that Leona butchered. One Wolf was plenty for the two of them also it was heavy as hell. Carrying anymore would have slowed them down significantly. Usually, she would trim the meat better than she did this time, but time was of the issue. Leona quickly covered up the top of the hole using a large 'Weaving Shield'.
"What the fuck is going on!?" Said a confused Grant.
