Act Five: Chapter Thirty-Two: Punishment

Kevin Ernest,

Around the year I became eighteen, a new interesting job came up. During winter, near the Sulphur mountain trail, hunters were hunting wolfs, Elks, and Bucks, all illegally. This angered something far more dangerous, later the hunters were being found, shredded piece of flesh and blood.

At first, it was seen as a common attack on lonely hunters, but then hikers, campers, police officers, and local town folk, all started to add to the list, totaling thirteen. Which was enough for Aurumai to finally take action and during that time I had turned eighteen.

Together we went to the trail, passing several warnings and red flags. Some trees on the trails were marked with claw marks, which for some dogs was a bit much. I looked at Aurumai.