After the attack

The werewolf, badly wounded and bleeding to death, tried to stand up to bite off the kanovs. But the werewolf in wolf form was too weak, and the kanov farmers easily avoided the bite, before using the axe, and finishing the demon creature.

"It was a female one" commented one of the kanovs, cleaning the blood of his axe. The air was dense with the smoke of the burning buildings, and while they were finishing the last wounded, and looking in the area if some other werewolf where around ambushing, the women and children were taking out from the burning buildings the furniture and food, and some tried to extinguish the fires.

Duvtkkar, the kanov that owned the attacked farm, walked to Bogduhl, the half Kanov. "There wasn't any survivor in the other buildings" said the barbarian to the farmer.

"It was to be expected" he said. Luckily, his family took cover in the main house, but his brother and sister-in-law, and the farmhands and their families that died, where close to him, and painful losses. But now, he needed to be sure, the werewolves wouldn't come again. "So Bogduhl. Who did you f*cked this time?"

"What?"

"When you came here with you two daughters, you said you were looking for the little half werewolf family. So. Who you f*cked this time? Who come here? It was the mother? Or the jealous husband? And don't say it's not true, I know you, dammit."

"I didn't do anything!" said Bog.

"really?" Duvtkkar doubted.

"Really! I wanted just to return Pumori to her family! And when I find them, I was going to bring her back. And suddenly, the werewolves came by treason, burning and destroying all."

"Because they are werewolves, you fool!" said angry Duvtkkar, hitting Bog in the face. "You guided them there!!"

The half-kanov barbarian, Bogduhl, didn't do anything, as the two girls he was protecting, hid behind him.

"It wasn't my intentions... but..."

"It doesn't matter" said the farmer, as he moved his arm, showing the smoking ruins of his farm. "It's the consequences that matter."
the Kanov looked at the guest that brought dead and destruction to his farm. And the girl, cause of all of this. "So you said, you had a deal, to bring the girl back to her family?" asked the kanov then.

"Yes. To the White Fang fortress."

The Kanov farmer put his axe then over his shoulder. "Let's bring then little Pumori home. Werewolves may not keep their word, but we keep our word. Right? Right. Let's go to their fortress. Let's visit the damn werewolves. We have to bring back home their lost girl! Let's go to show them gratitude! In Kanov style!" Dutvkarr eyes had a mad shine on them.

He called then his older son, who was collecting the arrows around the house, and had werewolf heads hung from his belt.

"Father?"

"Go to the near farms! And tell our cousins and neighbors! We are paying a visit! Let's invite them to the party as well!" yelled Dutvkarr, laughing with a terrible, sad and mad tone...