Blackfeather Woods the assassin's road

he has the sense of being watched. paranoia keeps his head on a swivel.

the ravens go quiet a moment, then begin to cry out in their many and varied forms. then there is a crash among the trees, and the man is moving—putting himself between the corpse and the offending trees, but also keeping himself in partial cover.

if the approaching figure looks up to the carcass again, the wolf is gone.

although he does not hold a weapon, there is an edge to the way he holds himself; as if ready to bludgeon the first body that steps too close—commanding, あんた誰なんだ？