"Hello girl, how are you?" Ansel asked the wolf who was shaking and bleeding in a corner, back against a tree. At this time, they already fed Fufi with Althea’s premium potion and because the bullets didn’t embed too much, he healed fully in no time.
When they saw this, they were relieved and shifted their attention to the new creature.
The wolf growled at him as he approached and Ansel knew it might lunge at him in self-defense. He felt conflicted. He felt bad, but he certainly didn’t want to be bit by those sharp teeth…
Fufi made a small sound beside him and he paused, eyes following as the dog approached the wolf who was still growling.
They watched as Fufi took out a bowl of potion from his space and placed it in front of the wolf. Fufi’s ’bottle’ was special for obvious reasons. The potions he had in space were in bowl form, with a cover easy to slide to the side with a boop of his nose.
They watched in bated breaths as the wolf just stared at the potion for a while, before it licked it bit by bit, consuming until it was gone.
Ansel smiled and wanted to approach but then the wolf suddenly stood up and looked at them guardedly, even at Fufi, though its body language was just a little more submissive.
Then… it turned and disappeared, making people wonder how it survived so long in her with its level.
...
They arrived to Bright filled with blood about an hour later. It shocked everyone and a lot of gathered around them, Alteran or local, looking at them in worry.
"Oi! What’s wrong with you!" A few guards yelled. Turbo ran to them and used his ability, and was relieved to find that none of them were gravely injured.
It was other people’s blood.
"So, gonna tell us?"
"Eh, just a little skirmish," he said, shrugging. "You should’ve seen the other guy."
"And the other party is where?"
"Dead," the redhead said with a smug smile, patting Fufi’s head, before sliding to the side of his stomach. Knowing a belly rub was about to come, the dog then laid down on his back, welcoming the much-awaited belly-rub.
Fufi was huge so Ansel needed his entire arm to have an effect. He didn’t mind though, because Fufi deserved it. "Fufi ate the strong one."
"He’s really like a beast and guns didn’t work on him anymore, which is just as well," Tom said next to him, "It’s really… interesting."
Ansel nodded, patting the dog’s betty even more. "Good boyyyy… Who’s the best killing machine out there??"
WOOF! WOOF!
(Translation: Kill! Kill!)
Turbo sighed and just shook his head, while Brandon couldn’t help but chuckle.
Micheal, who had just arrived, also heaved a sigh of relief. He could not imagine what could happen to him if Ansel got in trouble in his territory!
Anyway, seeing as everyone was okay, Micheal looked around and gave Dig a look. The big man nodded and clapped his hand. "Let them have their space now, nothing to see here."
With the lord’s orders, the curious crowd dispersed a bit. Ansel thanked them for their worry and said their goodbyes, heading toward their house of stay so they could get cleaned up.
Before going, he realized there were a few teens who were staring at them, following their movements every so often. He smiled, looking at the adorable opportunistic teens who were looking for jobs. "Fine, I want at least 5 pails of water from the well," he said, handing them the pay for water, and a few more bits of copper as extra.
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