Gundamma was running for his life through the dark forest, the sound of snapping twigs and growling filling the air behind him.
His breath came in ragged gasps as he dodged around trees and leapt over fallen branches, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that the werewolf chasing him was one of Medanna's minions, and that his capture would mean certain death.
Just as the werewolf was about to sink its fangs into Gundamma's flesh, Ein appeared out of nowhere, his sword glinting in the moonlight. With a swift, expert stroke, he sliced through the werewolf's neck, sending it tumbling to the ground.
Gundamma turned around, panting heavily, and saw Orin and his party standing a short distance away, watching him with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
Orin, with a sly smile on his face, began casting a spell that immobilized Gundamma, making him unable to move.
"What are you doing here, O great Werewolf?" Orin asked, his voice dripping with mock concern.
"Running from someone, I see."
Gundamma gritted his teeth and struggled against the spell, but it was no use. He was trapped, and he knew that his fate was in the hands of this twisted sorcerer and his party.
As Orin continued to cook, his twisted smile never leaving his face as he stirred the pot. Gundamma struggled against the binding spell, but it was no use.
He was trapped, and he knew it. He glared at Orin, wondering what this mad sorcerer wanted from him.
"What do you want from me?" he growled, his eyes narrowing as he watched Orin stir the pot.
Orin chuckled, never breaking his gaze from the pot.
"Oh, nothing much," he replied casually.
"Just a companion for dinner."
Gundamma's eyes widened in horror as he realized what Orin was insinuating. He struggled even harder against the binding spell, but it was no use. He was trapped.
As Orin came closer with the dish, Gundamma's stomach growled in hunger.
He had been running for hours, and he was starving. He looked at the dish, his mouth watering with anticipation. He had to admit, it smelled delicious. Orin then release Gundamma for his binding spell.
Gundamma watched as Zarr, the young wolf, ate with so much energy and enthusiasm. Gundamma couldn't resist any longer, and he eagerly took the dish from Orin's hand and started to eat.
The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He couldn't help but close his eyes in delight.
But then Orin spoke again, pulling him out of his reverie.
"So, why were you being chased by that werewolf?" he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
Gundamma hesitated, unsure if he should trust Orin. But then he realized he had no other choice. He needed to find a way to escape, and Orin was his only hope.
"I was trying to retrieve the Staff of Death for Medanna, The Fourth Commander of Demon Army," he said, his voice low and cautious.
Orin's eyes widened in surprise.
"The Staff of Death? Why would Medanna want that?" he asked.
Gundamma shrugged.
"I don't know. She never told me. She just said it was important," he replied, hoping he sounded convincing.
Orin studied him for a moment, his eyes glinting with suspicion. But then he shrugged and turned back to his cooking.
"Well, I suppose that's none of my concern," he said.
"But you should be careful. There are many dangers in these parts, and you never know what you might encounter."
Gundamma nodded, relieved that Orin didn't seem to be too suspicious of him. He continued to eat, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. He knew he had to find a way out of this place, and he had to do it soon.
Gundamma approached the sleeping Orin, his eyes fixed on the staff beside the wizard. Zarr, who was lying beside Orin, growled softly as a warning to Gundamma.
Startled, Gundamma stepped back and moved towards a nearby tree stump. Zarr followed him, eyeing him warily. He watched as Zarr approached him, his fur standing on end and his eyes fixed on Gundamma.
Gundamma held up his hands in surrender, knowing better than to provoke the wolf.
"Why do you follow him?" Gundamma asked, gesturing towards Orin who was still snoring by the fire.
Zarr didn't answer, but instead sat down beside Gundamma, his eyes still locked on him. Gundamma took this as a sign that Zarr was willing to communicate in his own way.
"I know who you are," Gundamma said, his voice low.
"You come from a long line of powerful wolves, ones who could wield magic. What are you doing with this... human?"
Zarr let out a low growl, a warning to Gundamma not to speak ill of Orin. Gundamma held up his hands in surrender once again.
"I don't mean any disrespect, I'm just curious," Gundamma said.
"I'm a failure king, who let his whole clan become a slave to a witch. But as I am now, I want to give a freedom to them you know?"
"What should I, My Lord?" He asked.
Zarr didn't answer, but instead stood up and walked back over to Orin's side. Gundamma watched as the wolf lay down beside Orin and closed his eyes, seemingly uninterested in Gundamma's quest.
Gundamma sighed and leaned back against the tree stump, feeling more alone than ever. He knew that he needed to retrieve the Staff of the Dead to overthrow Medanna, but he had no idea where to start.
As he sat there in silence, Gundamma couldn't help but wonder what Orin and his companions were truly capable of. He knew that they had their own hidden agendas, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were the key to his success.