351. Hunting

"Roaaarr!"

In rage, the two headed beast with silver colored mane, bellowed on top of its lungs as it cast its golden eyes to the intruder of its nest. It already postured itself to a lunging stance, and ready to pounce any time the person before it started to show weakness and fear. 

Meanwhile, the intruder who receives the wrath of the mighty demonic beast was walking calmly with a long polearm weapon in his hand. Far from despair or fright, annoyance was what the two headed wolf could see in the person's face. Such action was something the demonic beast eject encountered before. For all the humans it saw was either its prey or its plaything to hunt for when it was bored. 

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