Chances to Another Life

17. I Ate Mutton in The Forest

The goats bleated like normal goats, but they were not. The two animals stared at me with their big greenish eyes, their horns standing proudly on their heads, their snow-white fur splattered with red spots, also known as blood.

They looked at me, still chewing. I rubbed my eyes a few times to confirm that they were eating a wolf.

What the hell was that? Had the goat species in this world turned into predators? This was even more frightening than the vulture sightings I'd encountered on the hunt.

"Come on, be a good goat!" I muttered as I aimed the arrow.

The goats bleated in rapid succession, as if communicating whether or not to mow me down.

The point is, the animal then ran towards me as I released an arrow into one of the goat's legs. I had to paralyze it first and make it unable to stand.

Because the two goats were so big, I had to use six arrows. Even that did not seem to have any effect on them, but instead made them bleat angrily.

I quickly climbed up to the nearest tre