Evil eyes of a big bad wolf
Shotguns. Many different calibres of weaponry. He was a hunter after all. A damn good one, to be honest. It was mostly thanks to him that wolves were not seen here for a while in the forest. Not like he killed them all, they just disappeared from the area.
But no one really knew why.
He was sitting and polishing one of his riffles when he heard the knocking. He wanted to ignore it, but when it grew louder and more intense, man growled and yelled, not even standing up. "Who's there and what's your damn business?"











