I leapt to the side, avoiding a wolf's deadly lunge by mere inches. My sword sliced through the air, biting deep into the shoulder of another wolf. The beast yelped in pain, but its companions didn't falter.
I spun around, my sword dancing in a circle of steel as I fended off the wolves. My breathing grew ragged, my muscles burning with exhaustion. I knew I couldn't keep this up for much longer.
A wolf darted in, its jaws wide open. I raised my sword to block the attack, but the wolf was too fast. It bit down on my arm, its teeth sinking deep into my leather armor. I cried out in pain as the wolf's hot breath washed over me.
In that moment, I knew I was beaten. I couldn't take on seven Moon Wolves alone, not even with my sword skills. Panic set in as I realized I was outmatched and outmaneuvered.
With a surge of adrenaline, I shook off the wolf's grip and turned to flee. As I ran, I felt a searing pain in my leg as another wolf bit down on my calf. I yelped in agony, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.
The wolves gave chase, their snarls and growls echoing through the afternoon air as they pursued me across the grassland. I didn't look back, didn't dare to, as I sprinted for my life.
My heart pounded in my chest, my legs pumping furiously as I desperately sought to escape the wolves' deadly pursuit. I knew I had to find shelter, and fast, or risk becoming their next meal.
I spotted a dark shape looming in the distance – a copse of trees, perhaps, or a rocky outcropping. I didn't care what it was, as long as it offered me a chance to escape.
With a final burst of speed, I reached the trees and dove into their shadows, the wolves mere feet behind. I didn't stop running until I was deep in the copse, my chest heaving with exhaustion.
Only then did I dare to look back, my eyes scanning the trees for any sign of my pursuers. The wolves had given up the chase, their snarls fading into the distance as they returned to their hunt.
I collapsed against a tree trunk, my arm and leg throbbing with pain. I knew I had to tend to my wounds, and fast, or risk infection. But for now, I just lay there, catching my breath and wondering how I'd managed to survive the wolves' fury.
As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about how close I had come to death. The wolves had been relentless, their jaws snapping mere inches from my face. I shuddered at the memory, my heart still racing from the adrenaline.
I slowly sat up, wincing in pain as I put weight on my injured leg. I examined the wound, grimacing at the deep gash in my calf. It was going to need stitches, and soon. I couldn't afford to wait, not with the risk of infection looming over me.
I rummaged through my pack, searching for my medical kit. My fingers trembled as I unwrapped the bandages and antiseptic wipes. I cleaned the wound as best I could, wincing in pain as I probed the gash.
As I worked, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced around the copse, my eyes scanning the trees for any sign of movement. The wolves were gone, but I knew there could be other dangers lurking in the shadows.
I finished dressing my wound, then turned my attention to my arm. The bite was deep, but it didn't seem to be bleeding as badly as my leg. I cleaned and bandaged it as well, trying to ignore the throbbing pain.
As I sat there, tending to my wounds, I realized that I couldn't stay here for long. The wolves might return, or worse, other predators might catch my scent. I needed to find shelter, and fast.
I looked around the copse, trying to get my bearings. I had been running for what felt like hours, but I had no idea where I was in relation to the road. I could be miles off course, or just a few hundred feet away.
I overestimated my myself, why did i even come here without doing some research? i thought life will be easy after reincarnating, i thought i will be like the main characters of the novel i had read, have a harem , kill enemies with just a flick of a finger "f**k"
I couldn't even get a wolf claw Sigh!
I took a deep breath, trying to clear my head. I needed to think, to come up with a plan. I couldn't stay here, but I couldn't just start walking either. I needed to find a safe place to rest, to recover from my wounds.
As I sat there, trying to decide what to do, I heard a rustling in the underbrush. My heart skipped a beat as I turned to face the sound, my hand instinctively reaching for my sword.