Stretched across one entire side of the cabin were his
trophies
. Wolf pelts that had been carefully cured and
displayed
. The fur colors ranged rather wide, more than nature would put in one place.
A collection of claws and teeth strung together into
grotesque
jewelry and other talismans hung from something like a coat rack in the corner. Jars on one shelf contained what looked like preserved organs of quite a few kinds.
Particularly disturbing when considering that there is nothing else in this
collection
that suggests anything remotely other than lupine kills.
And the variety suggests he wasn't limited to this locale, with fewer variations in wolf colors. Of course, it could be that they are from his early life and... gained throughout his
career
.
"A werewolf hunter."
I whispered my assertion and a
chill
ran down my spine despite myself. Even if Helene's memory didn't allow me the route to this explanation, I might have guessed the same.
After all, two of those furs look to be in... their
hybrid
state. They simply lay out much too differently than the others to be four-legged beasts.
> So that's what I'd look like if someone made a rug of me now in that state... Intellect lies in the soul as much as the body where I come from. But I guess I can't expect this place to be exactly the same. Which is probably why you exist in the first place? Some kind of spiritual bridge that beasts I know of naturally develop themselves, designed for the humans you inhabit? I still don't like how helpful it is. Like it is lulling me into relying on it. See, I'm even beginning to want to do what it says. Using the excuse of being curious what will happen afterward. <
My wolf has not been too happy ever since I began looking at the
anti-werewolf
items with a lot of thought. They release a few barks inside that I interpret as urging me to get out of this
awful
place.
I sigh in return. I really want to do that too.
Get going
. But...
"I don't want it to smell so bad next time I come back."