One hundred and fifty kilometers northeast of the valley of the wolves, on a small hill, William was sitting on a rock waiting. About three minutes later, a black shadow appeared before him.
The newcomer was Comrade and he was out of breath.
William spoke with a yawn. “Comrade, you are like an old uncle who dying of smoking. You have to work a little harder to catch up with me.” All the while he was smiling and thinking to himself. 'I wish I had a watch on my wrist. The situation would definitely be funnier.'
“How can you be so fast? I… Are you closer to the moon-swallowing wolf than I am?” A hint of anger could be seen in Comrade's eyes. The bloodline of the moon-swallowing wolf was still proudly coursing through his veins. But because of the master-slave contract between him and Willi
