As I turned around, I almost fell when I saw what had produced the sound that caught my attention.
In front of me, on all fours, stood the two enormous wolves I had encountered before, only this time, they seemed to be watching me as if I were their dinner.
Of course, I was scared, but the situation seemed so ironic and strange that, for some reason, my reaction wasn't to run away; besides, what was the point? If I did, it was evident that the wolves would reach me in three strides. If I was going to die, I at least planned to do it facing them, without turning my back on these creatures.
I waited, petrified, for the wolves to pounce on me, their huge mouths open, with large yellow teeth ready to sink into my flesh and tear it apart. It would be painful, but perhaps in just a minute or
