Continued from Varis’ Various Verities (cont. P2)
As I stowed my bow the sheep farmer came out his back door cheering. His gray, thinning hair bounced on top of his head as he ran toward me.
“I saw you shoot that wolf! Good shot!” He bellowed, the smell of whiskey wafting off his breath, “How about that other one?” I hadn’t seen that one before! Reckon I’ve never seen a wolf that large in my life.”
“I’ve heard tales of large wolves, but nothing resembling one the size of a horse.” I replied as I walked toward the smaller wolf I had killed. “I didn’t manage to save your sheep…”
“You did more than anyone else has done around this place,” he said. “They are always talking about how they can protect us from the wolves with the wall, but somehow they keep getting in. Lot of good that did us.”
“I think I’ll need more help taking down that larger wolf. It didn’t even flinch when I shot it.” I said, scratching my head. “Galter mentioned a hunter that lives in the town. I’d like to get his help tracking it.”
“You’re a brave soul,” the old man said, “Why don’t you make your camp in the loft of the shed. There’s some wool up there for you to get a good night’s sleep. You’ll need it if you’re going to track that thing tomorrow.”
“I appreciate the offer, but its tracks are fresh right now, and the hunter will have an easier job following them if we don’t wait too long.” I replied.
“Alright then, I’ll show you where he lives.”