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Haiku Hitman
The wolves that came out sniffing curiously, were curious things to behold themselves. There were ordinary looking wolves that were only extraordinary because of their size, yet there were other giant wolves with colorful feathery plumage and talon-like claws similar to birds.
The one sniffing Lydia's bags had wings like a pale-throated sparrow, while the one sniffing Echo was dark like a crow and had a very long lush tail. The wolf Johnny was speaking to was the biggest of them all and growled in a guttural language; the horses were very nervous and shied away from the wolves, pawing the ground restlessly.
"Everyone, they want us to pay a toll to pass through their lands." said Johnny without looking behind him. "But they won't tell me what they want. 'Ter Nuak, their alpha, and his sons want to pick after smelling what we have."
"We can't give these to them." said James sternly, "they're for getting lumber for the warship." A wolf was sniffing Frey too and looked at the silvery white stag curiously as if it had never seen anything like it before.
"They won't let us go."
"Are they threatening us?"
"It's implied." said Johnny. It seemed that the wolves did not understand their language. The wolf smelling Echo wagged its tail, while the one sniffing Lydia wagged its tail at her bags.
Their group could fight them off while backing away, though that'd mean going back up the steep trail and looking for another route to Winslow while their new foes made their journey more difficult. Or they give up whatever the wolves liked.