As I write this last page, Chumkin and
two others, a mume and a borc, have hauled me like a sack of wheat
onto the raft and we make way South until the forest gives way. The
other mume who came with us fled in fear at the site of Davite. It
is divine intervention that the other three in my crew show such
loyalty and in the state of fatigue I'm in now, I make no complaint.
We have all vowed never again to return to this forest. I argue no
sentient thing should again enter unless charged with the eradication
of those evil creatures.
The mumes and borcs of Elexia must be
made of stronger stock than us city people. Davite's body buried by the locals and ourselves proved to them just another soul lost to the
woods. A mere hazard of living in the forest.
As for my research, I regard the Dread
Wolves as the most evil beings on the planet. They are the only
creatures I have ever heard of that kill other than for food. From
what I saw of Davites body, death was only a symptom of his horrible
wounds as no bite on his body had been meant to eat or feed. They
kept him alive on that altar to hurt for the mysterious moon god they
worshiped in that clearing.
Tho individually, the wolves are not
more powerful than any other dog, their intelligence and cruelty make
them terrible foes and their community is strong. Although more
study would be necessary to discover things such as their social
structure, I see no purpose behind further investigation beyond
finding more efficient ways to destroy the species.
Our original plan has been detoured.
We once wished to follow the road out of Elexia to the west, but
instead we could not endure the woods again and only find rest on the
river. I don't know how far south this takes us, having no maps of
this area. The security will be worth the inconvenience.
Ungracefully yours,
Professor Steven Mumewin
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