The Curse Mortal

Ch 56: A mysteries Fog

The middle-aged farmer said to himself or the horse for that matter being the only living thing to hear this man talking.

“Yet weirdly enough this Fog should not be here. I couldn't have been sure the day was nice and bright. Yet now it is difficult to see and even it feels cold that I could see my breath,” he says.

He was finding this sudden change to be very suspicious as the feeling in his bones was telling the farmer this wasn't a good sign wanting badly to hurry back home soon.

“Huh? What do I see on the road ahead there?” The man says trying to see with his eyes squinting,

That middle age farmer sees pulling the reins back making the horse stop moving right close to whatever this could be. Carefully getting off the cart he slowly moves in to see that it is a corpse of a dead dire wolf laying in pieces.

Even the state of it looks to be nearly clean given there is more bone than meat on it.

“What could have done this to this animal was it another one…. No this isn't right and I’