Chapter 37:

Vincent was cooking a pigeon he hunted over the fire. Over two weeks have passed since Vincent first appeared in this forest. He has found a few other edible plants other than Yellowberrys. He had also gotten better at hunting and starting fires.

However today for the first time he head growls coming from the buses nearby. Vincent raised his sword and looked at the bushes. Yet he saw nothing. He decided to take a step towards the bushes and than another and another. After three steps a gray object charged out of the bushes at him.

Vincent's: "A Wolf!"

And it was not alone. Two other wolves ran out from between the trees. Vincent raised his hand and shot a ball of water towards the closest wolf. After two weeks of relying on waterhook in order to survive he had gotten quite good at casting the spell. The force of the projectile hit the wolf with enough force to cause it to lose balance. Its head slammed against the ground right Infront of Vincent who didn't hesitate to stab it in the head. The wolve managed to back away in time to keep its life but it received a scratch on its forehead and was bleeding profusely. Vincent didn't have time to continue to attack it as the other two wolves were flanking him from both sides.

Vincent slowly moved backwards to try to ruin the wolves encirclement. The wolves were not having it as they both charged at him from both sides. Vincent quickly unsheathed his survival knife and threw it at one of the wolves. He didn't have time to see if it hit as he turned around to slash at the other wolf. The sword hit its target killing the wolf on the spot. Before Vincent could calm down however he felt a sharp pain from his back. He fell forwards as he understood what happened. He missed. Vincent roller around to see the uninjured wolf with blood dropping from its jaws coming in to bite him again. Vincent kicked it in face as he rolled back and got up. Vincent knew showing weakness could be fatal so he mustered all the strength he had left to let out a roar as he ran up to the two remaining wolves with his sword aimed at them. It seemed like he caught the wolves off guard as they turned tail and disappeared into the forest.

After around a minute of standing with his sword raided Vincent collapsed onto his knees. He was panting loudly has his back was bleeding. Once he picked up his knife and returned to the fireplace he saw the fire had gone out and the pigeon was long overcooked. Vincent let out a sad sigh.