The aged corpse wolf lay on top of a human body. From a distance, its lowered head looked like it was nibbling on a corpse. However, the other corpse wolves that were wandering along the riverbed of the canal did not know that their brethren had already extinguished their fires of life. The hunter became prey, and the corpse wolf's body, which was not young anymore, became his food.

It was a young man in his mid-twenties. He had short, aristocratic blond hair, but it was already ...