Silas lifted the little Fenrir from the ground and kept it on his right shoulder. Little Fenrir also tucked its claws inside Silas's T-shirt so not fall. Silas lifted his finger slightly and patted the Fenrir's head with it.
Then slowly Silas turned to his left and was about to start walking before he sensed something strange; a noise was coming from the front.
Even the Fenrir growled slowly, baring his teeth, back slightly arched as his eyes were fixed on the front.
Silas looked at the sudden shift in the behaviour of Fenrir, a small sigh escaped Silas's mouth as his hand slid down to the hilt of his sword, his grip tightened onto it.
Silas's eyes shifted as he started scanning all directions, looking towards the houses, the trees.
The bare land which was completely covered in snow and the mountains which were to the right of the current location of Silas.
