Chapter 26 Chapter 26 The blizzard is coming

Suddenly the wolf slammed into the wood, its mouth wide open, its teeth gleaming.I'm going to kill 'em, all of them, bite their throats out, disembowel them... Be quiet, if you want to be free.I mentally made it jump back as if stung by a bee, retreating to the far corner of the cage and curled up, teeth bared but tail tucked between its legs, uncertain doubts overwhelmed it. "Fight like a dog? Oh, he's good at it." The trader fiddled with the cage again with his thick booted foot, but the wolf didn't respond. "He'll win you a lot of money, and he's more vicious than a wolverine!" He kicked the cage harder, and the wolf flinched even more.

"Well, it does seem to be the case," I said contemptuously.I turned my eyes away from the wolf, pretending to lose interest in him.I looked at the birds in the cage behind it. The pigeons seemed to be well cared for, but two jays and a crow were crowded in a dirty cage full of rotting meat and bird droppings.Ravens are beggar-like in disheveled black feathers.Slowly eat this bright "worm", I suggest to the birds, maybe you can take the opportunity to peck the latch and escape. The crow rested feebly where it was, with its head buried deep in its feathers, but one of the jays flew up to a higher perch and began to lick and tug at the latch that closed the cage door, and I turned my gaze back to the wolf.

"I don't want him to fight, I just want to throw him into the dog pack to warm up the dogs, and they will want to fight when they see a little blood." "Oh, but it's going to be your go-to guy. Look here, it's what it did on me a month ago, when I tried to feed it and it hit me." He rolled up a Sleeve, revealing a dirty wrist covered with bluish-purple scars, the wounds are still not healed. I approached pretending to be a little interested. "Looks infected. Do you think you're going to lose this hand?" "No infection, just a slow recovery, that's all. Look here, boy, a storm is coming. I gotta get my stuff back in my cart and get out of here before it hits. Well, you want to bid on this horse A wolf? It will be your right hand."

"It might be bear bait, but that's all. I'll pay you, um, six coppers." I have seven coppers. "Coppers? Boy, at least we're talking silver! Look at this fine animal, feed it a little food, and it grows stronger and fiercer. The hide alone will get me six coppers, now Bring the money!" "You'd better hope you can sell its hide before it gets any dirtier. And, before it decides to bite off your other hand." I moved closer to the cage, urging it, while The wolf flinched even more. "He looks sick, and if my dogs get sick from killing him, my lord will be furious." I looked up at the sky. "A snowstorm is coming, I better get out of here."

"A piece of silver, boy, and you take it with you." Then the jay had succeeded in throwing the latch, and the cage door was flung open, and he hopped to the door and wandered between the merchant and the cage, while I heard the jay jump out and stand on the pigeon cage in a voice from behind.The door opened.I pointed at the crow.I heard it flutter its poor feathers, and I reached for the wallet in my belt and weighed it thoughtfully. "A piece of silver? I don't have a piece of silver. But that's okay, really.I just figured out that I can't take it home, so it's best not to buy it. "

The jays behind me flew away.The businessman cursed and walked past me to the cage.I clung to him as best I could, and we both fell to the ground.The crow came to the door of the cage. I threw the businessman away and stood up quickly, shaking the cage to let the bird fly to the free sky.It flapped its wings laboriously and flew to the roof of the neighboring inn.By the time the merchant had gained his footing, the crow had spread its thinly feathered wings and croaked mockingly. "The whole cage of birds flew away!" he began accusingly, but I grabbed the cloak and pointed to a hole. "This will make my master angry!" I exclaimed melodramatically, glaring at him.

He looked up at the crow, which puffed its feathers against the strong wind, then ducked into the shelter of the chimney.He missed the bird again, and suddenly the wolf whined behind me. "Nine coppers!" said the merchant suddenly and desperately. He didn't sell any animals that day, I can assure you. "I told you, I can't take it home!" I replied, pulling up my hood and looking up at the sky. "A snowstorm is coming," I announced, and thick, wet snowflakes began to fall.This is very bad weather. Although the snow cannot freeze, it is difficult to melt.At dawn, the streets shone with an icy glow.I turn and leave.

"Give me your bloody six coppers!" the merchant yelled in panic. I fumbled for these copper coins hesitantly, "Will you send it to where I live?" He snatched the copper coins from my hand when I asked. "Do it yourself, boy, you know you robbed me." With that, he took the pigeon cages and put them in the trolley, followed by the empty crow cages.Ignoring my angry protests, he climbed into the cart seat and shook the pony's reins.The old guy pulled the battered cart away, into the thick snow and fog. The markets around us were deserted, save for the sight of people hurrying home from the storm, collars and hoods pulled up against the clammy wind and drifting snow.

"What am I going to do with you now?" I asked Wolf. Let me out, let me go. I can't, it's not safe.If I let the wolf out in the middle of the city, too many dogs would gang up on him, and too many people would shoot him for his hide, or just because he was a wolf, so he would Can't make it back to the forest alive.I bent over the cage, trying to lift it to see how heavy it was, and it bared its teeth and lunged at me.go back!Immediately I became angry, and this anger is contagious. I'm going to kill you, you're human just like him.You're going to put me in a cage, right?I'm going to kill you, disembowel you, beat your bowels.

You give me back!I pushed it hard, and it cowered away to the other end, growling and whining at my bewildering movements, but then moved away from me and hid in the corner of the cage.I was lifting the cage, it was heavy, and the weight of it running around made it even harder.But I can lift the cage, but I can't go too far for too long.However, if I carry this cage and keep walking, I can take it out of town.He'll probably weigh as much as I do when he grows up, but he's so thin and young now, younger than when I first saw him.I lifted the cage and held it to my chest.If it attacks me now, it will succeed, but it just whines and hides in a far corner, and it is a tricky job to carry it.

How did he catch you? I hate you. How did he catch you? It recalled a cave, and two brothers, and its mother who caught fish for it to eat.Then, after a cloud of blood, his brother and mother were the bootmaker's stinking hides, and he was finally hauled out and thrown into a mink-smelling cage to live on carrion.And hate, that's what makes it thrive.If your mother fed you fish, it must be because you were born too late.