Invasion (2)
In other words, once the sound is released in any way, its meaning is conveyed intact.
It’s a really strange way to talk.
Of course, that’s only part of it.
For example, ‘I am hungry. I’m sleepy. Attack!’ Were included.
In other words, like ‘cat, dog, television.’
In the first place, it could not exist in the werewolf’s communication system.
The unfamiliar words that would have existed only in the human world could not even be interpreted in their conversation system.
That’s why it’s winter.
No matter how much I mumbled, ‘Cell phone game.’
I couldn’t understand him at all, let alone his group, and even the two sisters I’d been with.
How can such a dialogue system exist?
Is it possible?
The more you know, the more miraculous the components of their lives are.
* * * *
Time inside the nest passes slowly but steadily.
The younger the individual, the faster and clearer the passage of time was felt.
It is possible simply because it is a period of rapid growth when people spend a long time sleeping.
At the same time, it was also because of the nature of the species that the felt time was unusually fast.
This is not just a boring process.
The growth period is such a stage.
A steady, clear stage of sleep.
It is to have an upright growth period through them.
It was a natural attribute of a werewolf.
It was said that it was the period of prenatal period that everyone must have experienced.
[Huh.]
Winter, who had been rolling around the nest a few times.
Now we have reached the entrance of the crypt.
Misoah and Soyul, two adult werewolves guarding their nest.
They didn’t act like they did before.
There was no case where they hugged each other as if they were suffocating.
A glance.
All I could do was pretend not to know and glance carefully.
The turning eyes met.
Winter, they also looked at the other side casually and pretended not to know.
Of course, Winter immediately felt the two of them staring at each other, but they did not give a very passionate hug.
Because of this, I was able to see the outside with peace of mind even in winter.
With only his head poked out over the crypt, Winter looked outside.
Shoot ah ah-.
I saw a dense forest area.
Green, rustling trees and numerous bushes towering like reeds.
This was the landscape where their nest was located.
However, if it is a little strange.
That’s two werewolves from a group lying on straw in the shade of a tree on the other side.
It was about their change.
After watching them for a while, Winter thought.
‘As expected, I am more full than last time. ‘
Recently, the two werewolves in the pack have begun to bulge.
At first, I thought it was a simple illusion, but after he sang it that way, he couldn’t understand it anymore.
Stomach swelling.
For those who don’t know what it is, there is no way that winter doesn’t know.
There is no mistake.
From the circumstances, it was clear that they were probably carrying babies.
The state of the abdomen that was brought up every day was proving it.
Georeum looked at them and thought.
‘Anyway, there must have been a trigger. How did you get full all of a sudden?’
As far as Winter knew, it was.
At least, there were no males in this group.
Therefore, there is no way that werewolves, who are female, could get pregnant out of nowhere.
At least if that’s possible.
It must have been because of something.
“Hamm-.”
The moment I was thinking about what it might be, in the midst of winter.
A werewolf who had been sleeping with his body curled up in the middle of the day, breathing heavily, opened his eyes with his ears fluttering.
“·······?”
She raised her head, and her eyes met for the moment.
“Huh huh?”
A questionable communication was delivered.
A deep interest reached him through his voice and eyes.
Basrak.
The moment she lifted her upper body from the rice straw in which she was buried.
Misoah, the second-ranked individual who detected the abnormality.
I stood in front of the winter nest.
“·······.”
Then, with a slightly sullen expression on his face,
She buried her head in her nest again.
However, there are still things I don’t like.
Looking at the miso ah, her lips non-killing was the same.
She was still watching the winter with open eyes.
It was only for a moment.
Huh. Chit.
While grunting, she turned around and lay down.
But still with the reaction as if something was not right.
Her tail swung wildly and thumped her to the floor.
I could hear my breathing quickly getting tired.
It seems that he fell asleep right away.
As such, it is now not just Winter and her two sisters who are being cared for and kept within the pack.
As well as the two objects over there that clearly show that they are full.
Because now I was protected by Misoah and Soyul.
In one way or another, the more you look at it, the more it becomes clear that winter’s brood has an exceptionally thorough sense of pack life.
It’s because each other is protecting each other’s weakened times like this.
Perhaps it’s just a guess.
Perhaps Yuhua Lin, Mother of Winter, might have once been protected in this way.
‘By the way. In the days when mothers were protected by herds, then who would go hunting? Maybe Misoah would have stepped in then.’
Misoah was a strong female individual, ranking second in the ranks within the group.
Even if she never sees the light of day under the mighty charisma of her mother Yuhua Lin.
It was only because his mother was exceptionally strong, it wasn’t that Misoah was inferior.
In fact, whenever Soyul, who has a strong sense of responsibility guarding her nest like that, guards Soyul’s side, Soyul, who is a bit young in rank 3, would stand by without moving.
‘It must mean that there is a clear difference in rank in some way. To the point where Soyul, who is in third place, can’t carelessly cross it.’
Then, an idea came to my mind.
Winter thought as she looked up at Misoah, who was trying hard to keep her eyes off of herself.
I have a lot of questions.
‘There must be a reason for a second-ranked person to take an absolute position as the second-ranked, but just looking at her appearance, it doesn’t seem that way at all.’
Misoah, who has faced the winter so far, has always been calm.
Even when her mother, Yuhua Lin, was so full of her anger, she didn’t rebel at all.
Sometimes when Misoah looks at winter.
Nowhere in her gaze was there any wild ferocity stemming from coolness.
There was only a warm gaze.
‘I can’t see Misoah’s strong side anywhere. Is it just because she’s a broodling?’
What happened to her like that made her the absolute second-in-command in the group?
Actually, her image is also because of her calm appearance.
I’m definitely curious.
It was then.
Sniff sniff.
Winter sensed the faint reverberation mixed in the momentary wind.
‘What about this smell?’
This fishy smell.
A wild stench that seems to irritate your nose at the same time.
Kyeo-gyeol wrinkled his nose involuntarily.
At that moment, even though no one told him, Winter instinctively felt it.
‘This is a monster.’
* * * *
It was an expression of judgment close to an almost instantaneous instinct.
Your hair stands on end, and your nerves and mind, which have never been so relaxed, are filled with alertness.
Winter was certain that the owner of this terrible stench was a monster.
The moment he realized that monsters had appeared nearby.
Stupid.
Others in the group reacted the same way.
The two werewolves, Misoah and Soyul, who had been drowsy until now, all raised their heads up with their ears pricked up.
“Miu?”
“How woong.”
It must have felt the cold air currents starting to flow around the nest.
The two sisters who had been asleep in the crypt woke up one after another.
The two woke up rubbing their eyes and cautiously poke their heads out of the crypt, wondering what was going on.
However, even as they turned their heads left and right, the two never came out.
He probably instinctively sensed what the situation was.
Fluttering and erect ears looked around as if on alert.
Go oh oh-.
Everyone’s eyes turned to the direction of this musty, harsh smell.
Unlike the usual times when it was not much different from the human form.
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To them now, the pupils of beasts filled with bright yellow wildness were rising above the snow.
Kung. Kujik.
It was a fairly heavy footstep sound.
Something is coming.
The other side of the forest.
From beyond the other side of the thicket shrouded in darkness.
Something was approaching, trampling branches and vegetation.