Well, they weren’t the best of friends. They got along well ... okay, let’s just be happy that they at least weren’t dropping branches on each o...her.So, all was (relatively) peaceful in the forest until one summer they noticed that between them was growing a young sapling. This would never do ... they had a reputation to uphold you see.Thus the argument started. The Beech tree insisted that the sapling was a Son of a Birch, while the Birch tree said it was a Son of a Beech. On the argument. Natalya stands between both guards with a pool of blood at her feet. One of the men has his throat ripped out and the other is missing his jaw, which Spencer locates lying a few feet away from its owner’s body. The woman seems to be savoring the moment. Her wings are spread out and it appears that she is eating something. Spencer stares until she turns around. Blood runs from her chin and she is holding a human heart in her hand. He looks down to the hole in the chest of the man that yelled for. “He has to be almost 7 ft. tall,” I think to myself, and obviously nothing but muscle. “Hello I am David I stay just down the road a bit. I just wanted to let you know that my dog runs around out here a lot, but he is harmless. He is a hybrid and people in the past have mistaken him for a wolf.” He laughs, “Just don’t want you to get scared by him.” “Oh ok,” I laugh thinking that was thought full of him. He turns to walk away and then I see, “the dog,” it truly does look like a wolf I. For the past three days the only voices she had heard were Lou's and her own. Everything was coming together, just as she had hoped.It was the end of their meat supply that signaled the beginning of a new problem, one that Mary was not prepared for. She had not thought too much about it when it happened. She'd cooked and served the last of the meat, tidied up the cabin and gone to bed. In the morning would be soon enough to worry about butchering another goat.Bright and early Mary caught up one.