Yet, Ayame noticed something different from the fallen beast before her, causing her to attempt to halt but wait. She sensed was indeed a threatening malice but being a tamer, a great tamer from ancient times, she could hear voices. The voices from the soul of a fallen one and the wolf cry that begged to be saved, Ayame heard them.
‘You’re dead meat that I will devour! Tasty. HAHAHA!!!’
Ayame was quiet as she began dodging the attacks that were being sent her way. The attack was bloody muscles that seemed freshly skinned as it followed wherever she was heading. In every direction whether around the trees it kept tailing her without realizing that it was being tied.
‘FUCK! ARGH!’
‘YOU THINK YOU WON? NEVER!’
“I didn’t even think of that,” Ayame muttered to herself as run over the freshly skinned muscles when it was tied.
