The wild dog at the center of the pack howled at the other dogs to spread out without breaking their eye contact with me. The menacing looks were intimidating and got me weak in the knees, not in a good way.
However, I knew better than to back down. I would be one step away from my grave if I let fear take over me.
I whipped out the Damascus knife and danced it around, leaving a chilling glint to bounce off the blade while it buzzed against the wind. I took a step back to my left and shouted out at the top of my lungs. “Hoo haa! Hoo haa!”
Regardless if it was effective, I had to show that I had so much fight in me.
The pack of feral dogs hesitated to approach me. With the larger one-eyed dog howling, two wild dogs on the sides turned around and stared intently at me.
Although I did no
