It was the only noise for miles around, the rhythmic sound
of logs being slowly turned into smaller logs.
I was used to dealing with animals emerging from the woods,
drawn by the sound. And of course the occasional ‘local’ who wanted to trade
some food or supplies for firewood. Those I could deal with, my axe solved both
of them, in different ways.
But when I saw the young girl in the red cape, I dropped the
axe and ran to her.
Until I saw the wolf carcass she was dragging, and then
realised why the cape was red…
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