Things were going amazingly. Kishi had three kills under his belt, two new friends, and plenty of supplies for his tinkering. Nothing felt like it could go wrong. This was without a doubt, the happiest moment in Kishis' short life. The sun was slowly setting, the trees blew in the wind, and a faint metallic scent followed the strong gale.

	A low, barely audible growl also roes to meet his ears.

	Before he could even register what had occurred, Isurta's neck was being dug into by some furry creature's fangs, blood squirting to stain the already crimson grass. They then began to consume the comparatively small rodent that the goblins had all felled earlier. Kishi didn't even have time to scream, before his legs dragged him away from the horrible event. Some primal, unconscious thing had awoken inside him, and it had only a single goal in mind. 

	[i]Survival[/i]

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	By the time Kishi returned to the mouth of the cave, the sun had just disappeared down the horizon, and his legs had finally given out. He had run for what felt like an eternity, and his legs refused to hold his small weight any longer. He sighed in relief, as the voice in his head, a once helpful and intellectual entity, ringed out in his head.

	[i]Wolf[/i]

	Kishi laid in astonishment at the entrance of his home, before breaking out into a chuckle. This soon evolved into a howling laughter, fueled by a horrible and all encompassing sense of dread. Just as abruptly as it began, however, it ceased. Xaal was no where in sight.

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	Kishi made his way back to his corner of the cave, directly next to the hole in the wall where he had stored his spears. He sluggishly tied the horn of his rabbit onto the tip of his spear, storing the old head into the hole apathetically. He was too tired to make anything right now. He slowly set to work, searching for a large stone.

	He had no idea why, but something told him that this was the right thing to do.