The forest is a special place for the hunter's daughter.
Once, Dad led me to the edge of the woods and solemnly handed me a doll, created by myself, made from woodcaps and rags. Beautiful woman with a painted coal face.

I happily squealed, kissed my father and right there, near a large pine tree, sat down to play, childishly instantly detaching myself from the world.

Dad gently took the doll out of my clinging paws and in one movement smashed it against a tree, into slivers.
“Nick, whatever happens to you,” said my father, the best hunter in the area, Boroh Easy Access, “never, never get distracted from the forest in the forest.”

I looked at my first and only doll, lying in pieces at my feet, darting, barely holding back tears, and memorized.

Our forest is our breadwinner and home, and he is also a teacher, constantly testing his chicks, handing out cuffs of experience to those who dare to spill and relax with an intrepid hand.

Blooming, covered with motley grass glade, where only yesterday from surprises you could meet only a lost reindeer, tomorrow may be covered with damned hoarfrost after a crooked necromancer student rite, or become a favorite place for a boar family feast.

But these are native places, children do not choose a house, they love what they eat.

Saks and Dag walked slowly ahead, towards the cave with the wolves, for some reason wagging along the way, and explaining this to the will of the god of distant lands, Hyde.
Fin and I held on to them, and the hero seriously disturbed me. Instead of. in order to look carefully around, he joked loudly, rejoiced at my neighborhood and thrashed at the bum, as soon as I stooped to gather valuable weed.

After I barely missed the thorny raptone, the plant was extremely dangerous when the inhalation of evaporation from the leaves was close, and the heavy bag rang suspiciously a couple of times, slapping the ground, my mood began to deteriorate.

- Hey, people!

We turned round sharply, and were surprised to find the overtaking heroes — acquaintances from the hotel, a warrior and an archer of 9th levels.

Usually, the heroes in the district were numbered from one to seven. The trinity to which I nailed was all seventh level. When the characters became more experienced, they started to get bored and leave our places.

Once I saw the tenth, his name was Casanova07, and he came specifically to talk with Betty. After that, she was born again and did not remember anything. The owner of the hotel said that Betty shouted all night, he tried with the helpers to open the guest room, but could not. When the hero took the room, it was already there to not go.

It was better to stay away from high-level heroes.

- you to wolves? Maybe let's go together? - said the warrior shot down breathing, see for a long time we were catching up.

Saks stepped forward a bit, beating Fina.
- And why do we need you to share puppies. The quest is not difficult, there are three of us and a medicin, - Saks responded sedately, carefully inspecting a couple.

- Didn't you read the forum? - the archer intervened loudly, - The wolves' leader appeared, yesterday all the games were there.

As far as I can remember, the pack was without a leader. I listened carefully.

The fin next to me froze, it seemed to breathe and look, and how he went inside.
- Right. Ten-level wolf with steep buffs on the pack.

Saks nodded and turned to his own, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t mind,” said Doug, looking at the curvaceous archery with pleasure, “I only take the first puppy, and I can choose.
- I will support, - Fin agreed nod and smiled broadly at the beauty.

The couple from the hotel exchanged glances, and the warrior extended his hand to Sax. After a second, I felt more of us. Now I felt where there were already five party members, I didn’t even have to look.

- Do you really need it, first-level? - the half-elf wrinkled her nose in disgust, turning to me.
We shrugged and did not answer, but Fin winked at her.
- Manyasha loot is not needed, do not be greedy, beauty.

At the "beauty" girl contentedly shot at me with eyes and slowed down.
While the guys in front began to discuss strategy, we walked alongside.

“Do you know why our guys even look at you, the local stupid chicks?”

I raised my eyebrow expectantly.
The relationship between the characters was the subject of special gossip and fantasies among local girls. But all agreed on one thing. When the heroine appeared, the hero, without hesitation, threw out any of our village darlings.

In principle, it was not important to me. But interesting.

“You are empty dolls for us,” the beauty said vindictively, “without real emotions, like food without seasoning.”
- Why do the characters still meet with us? - I pushed the conversation.

When people speak in person, without viewers, not to show, you need to appreciate and catch every word.

- It's simple. These idiots have made such dickheads for themselves that you don’t see in all porn movies ... Well, you don’t understand ... And these druny are struggling in us. Some, seized upon the generation of the body, in general, only you, rubber, can stand it. That's what they need, assholes, let them suffer with dolls.

Fin turned and waved a friendly hand to us. The girl and I equally grinned and waved back.
Lovely girlfriends for the conversation. What other girls to talk about, except for the size of udas? I chuckled.

“Duraa,” Chrisalinda was angry. I now knew her name, and wondered whether or not to ask why the parents of the characters were numbered at birth. Conception attempt number?

- Listen, - I used the moment of sincerity, - and why does Fin have a middle name, and you are numbered?

Krisalinda 495 blushed and blurted out.
- Yes, they donated, bought names, made nicknames already at the first levels, and keep together, rich people.

Yeah. The nuances are not entirely clear, but the general idea is clear, I snapped off a rich guy. Fortunately, I wrapped Josh in the store. To the action.

The guys stopped abruptly. Sachs obviously took over the management of our growing company.

- I'm tanking. You, Bingo, - the warrior who joined with Chris suddenly winked at me, - you help, stay close. Doug and Chris pour in damage in the distance. Fin, as usual. Manika ... see ... treat as you can.

The cave with the wolves was at the foot of the old ridge.
To my great amazement, our company was not preparing for battle. Sachs just ran ahead, followed by the rest.

I barely overcame my surprise, pulled the medical bottles out of my bag and laid them in my lap belt. Sprays a potion that scares wolves. Not the most effective tool, but usually helped.

When I cautiously looked into the cave, the battle was already in full swing. And not in our favor. Immediately, five large gray wolves were pressing on Sachs and Bingo back-to-back.

Doug appeared behind one of the wolves, struck several quick blows with a short sword, and with difficulty escaped the teeth that had clanged like a trap.

Chris was running around in circles, trying to slip away from the thin, but obviously wildly angry wolf. Attempting to turn around for an archery shot led to the fact that the she-wolf gladly nipped the girl by the leg, she screamed and rushed again from the pursuer, wagging like a hare.

Where is Doug? I turned my head and found him lying on the wall. Putting his paw on the mage's bloodied back, a huge white wolf towered and bore a face with expiring red drops.

Well done ours, straight ran down and rolled out a pack. Eh.

Here the leader throws the defeated magician and rushes to the side of the battling guys.

“Help,” shouts Chris, but the others are obviously not up to her.

It was clear to begin with whom, the magician, I feel, is still alive.

Lew the first bottle on the wound in the back. I turn over Doug, oh what a heavy one, and I see pupils on the whole iris. Pain shock.
Pour bottle right on the wound in the shoulder.

Hands are shaking. Still, it is usually necessary to heal one that lies sedately on the bench, rather than wheezing and splashing blood between the stones.

Doug with a sob rises sharply and begins ...