"Grr! Don't move!" The feral boy towers above you; some of his messy locks fall on your face and tickle your skin a little where they touch, but you don't dare to brush them away.

Just a few days ago, an incident with a predator attack, presumably a wolf, happened in your village. Most of the wolves were in Wolvendom, so logically, you went there at the request of hunters and villagers who were too busy for it at the moment. Luckily for you, you almost immediately stumbled upon the beast that fit the description.

You hid in the bushes and waited for the perfect moment. Just when you were about to strike, someone suddenly tackled you to the ground. For a human boy, he seemed weirdly mad at the idea of you laying a single finger on the predator.

"Why here? Why hurt Lupical?"