Iron Blooded Hound

Chapter 56: Savage Symphony

Vikir was puzzled on the wolf's back.

Aiyen, riding before him, looked all over the length of his back, watching him intently.

"Did it hurt?"

"...."

"Might it be said that you are irate?"

"...."

Aiyen turns his head as far as possible back to check Vikir out.

To which Vikir just answers gruffly.

"Look forward."

The wolf Aiyen was driving got on a root and reeled once.

Aiyen immediately snapped his head back to the front and drove the wolf on.

Meanwhile, he continued to look back to check whether Vikir was annoying him.

As of now, it was difficult to tell who was expert and who was a slave.

Ultimately, as the roots vanished and a totally open plain arisen, Aiyen eased back the wolf.

He turned around to Vikir, still on the wolf's back, and talked.

"I had no way out. Ahun is a difficult, persevering animal, and this was the best way to forestall his trivial retaliation."

"...."

"... ... For what reason would you confirm or deny that you are talking, huh?"

At his lord's kept goading, Vikir answered presently.

"It harms."

Also, it did. Within his mouth is canvassed in coverings of blood, and it harms just to open it.

Then. Aiyen's body winced briefly.

She gradually turned her head to check Vikir out.

"Does it hurt a ton?"

Aiyen checked Vikir's neck out.

The white skin was spread with red imprints from the canine choker.

"...."

Aiyen gazed at the imprint briefly.

Then she twisted her head toward Vikir and ran her tongue across the scar on his neck.

Vikir yanked his head back in disdain, and Aiyen, briefly, acknowledging what she had done, stepped back out of frustration.

Vikir grimaced.

'Do brutes typically lick each other's injuries?

'Creatures of the canine family do.

Balak's heroes are well disposed with wolves, so this conduct might be ordinary.

However, Vikir was an enlightened man, and it was off-kilter.

"Furthermore, licking the injury with your tongue is perilous, as it leaves space for contamination.

So Vikir was ready to firmly refuse if Aiyen attempted to lick the injury on his neck once more.

However.

"...."

Aiyen says nothing, simply slants her head.

For reasons unknown, the tips of his sharp ears were hued dazzling red.

Like all Balak champions, Aiyen was essentially a straightforward individual.

Her spirits were immediately lifted when Vikir got back to his typical way of behaving, then again, actually he was less garrulous because of his disease.

Presently feeling better, Aiyen offered Vikir a gift to apologize for her previous slap.

"Is there anything you need from me, anything I can accomplish for you that is an option for me, simply let me know a certain something."

Vikir went ahead and.

"Show me how to shoot a bow."

"...a. Bow."

I contemplated whether he had something different at the forefront of his thoughts. The response returned somewhat muted.

Aiyen looked somewhat frustrated at Vikir's nearby response.

"Yeah. Bow is great. Bow...."

Aiyen muttered briefly, then a bleak grin bended his lips.

"Good. Since we're out hunting, I'll show you how to shoot a bow, as well. In any case, you're most likely preferred with a bow over a sword."

With that, Aiyen moved behind Vikir and embraced him firmly against his chest.

Aiyen's body squeezed firmly against his, the heaviness of it pushing down on Vikir's spine.

Vikir snorted through the torment.

" ... ... Do I truly need to learn here?"

"Getting the hang of everything with your body is ideal. Do you dislike that?"

It was hard for Vikir, whose body was broken, to stand up to.

Then. Aiyen took out an extra bow and set it in Vikir's grasp.

The new feel of it in his grasp brought back recollections briefly.

Vikir was very capable with a bow, as a feature of the schooling of the youthful dogs of Ironblood Baskerville was a prologue to ordnance.

What's more, the soldiers of the Period of Obliteration really knew how to utilize pretty much every other weapon somewhat, not simply swords.

Vikir had proactively dominated the nuts and bolts of bows and arrows.

...A minor, truly.

"Be that as it may, sufficiently not to go out and flaunt.

Before his relapse, he'd been very great with a bow, however not to the place where he could really involve it in battle.

Best case scenario, he could bring down little prey that could be cleaned and eaten right away.

However, here in Balak, where every one individuals are bosses of the specialty of bows and arrows, he could possibly arrive at new levels.

Is it the craving to bring down the enormous prey?

Aiyen had been showing Vikir toxophilism starting from the start of the day.

"We'll require the assistance of a wolf little guy for this chase."

Aiyen was excited for this chase.

Balak's 300 individuals need somewhere around 200 kilograms of meat to endure the day.

In addition, the fighters' new hunting execution has been poor, and there are many individuals in the clan who are starving.

"Your life will be more straightforward on the off chance that you leave your imprint here."

At Aiyen's words, Vikir gestured.

All at once.

"...!"

Aiyen's wolf, Vakira, out of nowhere quit running.

It had recognized its prey.

Aiyen bowed down and snatched a modest bunch of soil from where Vakira was sniffing.

A combination of spoiling sawdust and fallen leaves, greenery and sand.

The dirt was somewhat soggy, and it smelled sharp and crude.

Aiyen said with conviction.

"It should be oxbane."

Vikir knew the animal Aiyen discussed.

<Oxbear>.

Peril Rating: A

Size: 5 meters

Viewed as in: Edge 7, Red and Dark Mountains

-An extremely enormous hold on for two immense horns.

A rapacious bear, the most grounded earthbound hunter, and an ideal killing machine, it is viewed as the most grounded and zenith of the Red and Dark Mountains seventh Edge environment.

It has not many regular adversaries, with the exception of its own sort.

The bear conveys two water bison horns on its head.

Its whole body is canvassed in thick muscle, fat, and bristly fur.

A beast I had experienced oftentimes previously during my preparation inside the faction.

Nonetheless, the ones meandering around here presently should have an alternate degree of solidarity and life force than the ones that were caught in the enclosures inside the tribe, ready to be killed.

"This should be their domain from now on."

Aiyen turned his head to follow after the aroma.

Oxbears intentionally splashed their noxious pee to deter prey and caution rivals.

The aroma would have sent any lesser hunter getting as far away as possible, but not Aiyen, the hunting head of the more youthful Balak.

Vikir, as well, had the quiet self-control of the ragged and worn out dog he had been before his relapse.

Aiyen sneered at the sight.

"Not terrified?"

"Not actually."

"It's great to see you have a few balls for a youngster from the Realm. An Oxbear is a danger to even the most experienced trackers of the Balak."

Aiyen appeared to like Vikir's attitude even more.

Before long, Aiyen and Vikir were confronting the breeze, following the fragrance.

Aiyen sought after his prey with creature senses.

Now and again he could smell it better than Vakira, the wolf.

Vikir, as well, was talented at following, but only when it came to escaping people.

"Great possibility.

Vikir investigated his shoulder at Aiyen's talented beast following.

And afterward.

It wasn't well before they detected their objective at the highest point of a moving slope fixed with tall brambles and short bushes.

I see an enormous oxbear clearing its path through the brush.

Two wildly bended horns, fur far thicker and denser than I'd at any point known, tissue and muscle sticking together in a unimaginably close bunch.

The oxbear, which seemed, by all accounts, to be exceptionally old, remained around eight meters tall, bigger than any oxbear Vikir had seen before his relapse.

"... ... That is sufficient to raise my gamble rating."

At the point when that's what Vikir mumbled, he was finished talking.

Clashing with an animal of that size is hard.

It would have been exceptional to ease off now and continue on toward other prey.

Yet, Aiyen didn't withdraw.

"How about we pursue it."

She stuck to Vikir's side.

Vikir gritted his teeth against a weak throb.

"A monster of that size will be difficult to beat. Obviously he's serious areas of strength for abnormally an oxbear."

"Fool. Who said we'd get him?"

Vikir looked perplexed at Aiyen's remark.

She answered with a sneer.

"On the off chance that there's a female bear, there's no lack of male bears. Look."

Before she could get done, a reaction came from past the brush.

Another oxbear had drawn closer the past oxbear.

Obviously, the monster oxbear that Vikir and Aiyen had first spotted was a female.

The new male oxbear was moderately little.

It was scarcely north of four meters tall, best case scenario, and probably weighed almost two times so a lot.

Might she at any point be in heat?

As the female oxbear moves her huge body, the male oxbear surprises her and sniffs her fur.

Then, at that point, he begins nestling her chest and back.

"OK, that is the genuine prey."

Aiyen smiled and squeezed Vikir's chest and back against the hedge.

Vikir watched the prepping of the male and female oxbears and felt the strength of Aiyen's grasp on his arms.

Passasac...

Secret in the brambles, Aiyen's body squeezed nearer to Vikir's.

His breath, wet and hot, brushed against his ear cartilage.

The skin of every last trace of her body, conditioned and delicate, squeezed against Vikir's back.

The beating of her heart against his back made him worry like a competitor.

Normally, Vikir could think one idea.

"That is a ton of weight."