Bab 937: Wolves

Flying high in the sky, higher than the blizzard, a large golden winged-wolf soared. Occasionally, she flapped her wings, keeping her in the air as she stared at the vast expanse of swirling ice and snow below her. 

'Glad I'm not down there.' Rhydian thought. 'It's too cold, and most of the weaker beasts have gone into hiding. It's not fun anymore.' Her body might be icing over, flying so high, but there are no obstacles in her way. She could traverse this continent at her leisure.

'Oh? Prey!' She saw a big white bird burst through the layer of clouds and screech out in joy. However, Rhydian swooped in and grabbed it by the neck, snapping it. 

The beast's final look was one of despair and confusion. Just as it was freed from that hell, it was immediately killed! What kind of dogshit luck was that?! Unfortunately, it was too dead to receive an answer.

Rhydian munched on her new snack, uncaring for its feelings, as she rose higher in the sky again.