Upon waking our hero looked around only to find nothing had changed, both with the egg and his temporary base camp. Or maybe it would end up being a permanent base camp. Who knows how long he would be stuck down here.
His thoughts drifted around onto several things before deciding to get a move on with his 'day'. Some of those things being what should be his next move, was he getting more instinctual, who was that girl, and something which seemed more important who was 'he'.
After he banished the less important thoughts from his mind he decided he should harvest something from the wolf, after eating a hearty breakfast of wolf chunks and water of course. Then he thought about how he had been eating some of the wolf, (Why aren't I throwing up raw wolf chunks right now?) After deciding he should further investigate the wolfs corpse for clues as to why he was fine after eating it raw.
He first checked it's fur, after some time investigating it's soft and surprisingly thick blueish grey fur he found nothing out of the ordinary. He then checked it's decapitated head. He noticed its eyes were the same cyan blue as the seemingly previously unidentified power crystals. (Could animals even absorb power crystals, and if they can how?) He then checked it's mouth hoping it's incisors would make some great daggers.
He then found something very surprising, all of its teeth were molars. (If all its teeth were flat why were they hunting me?) Upon further inspection he noticed there were tiny fragments of the cyan crystals in between it's teeth. (THATS HOW OHHHHHHH, well now I kinda feel like an idiot. Man anybody with some kind of foreshadowing knowledge probably would have found out about this way before I did.) He wondered if they were just aggresivly protecting their territory or maybe for all he knew those might have been children of its species and they just wanted to play.
Although it seemed unlikely. If those wolves were much bigger they wouldn't be able to fit in the canyon. After much thought into the wolves behavior he decided they were probably just curious. He then decided he would find the wolves hideout/den and murder the rest of them then proceed to desecrate their corpses via his thrusting manhood. (Wait woah woah woah that's a bit much.) Why was that the first thing he wanted to do. He tried his best to keep his suddenly out of control primal rage on the inside but to no avail.
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He was mad he wasn't a hundred percent sure why he was mad, but he was royally pissed none the less. He found himself stomping off in the direction the wolves had Ran off in. He just had a extremely strong primal urge to make them leave this place. It was his after all. They don't get to even be near his stuff.
After a few hours of searching the only thing of even semi worthy notice was a small hole barely big enough to fit his arm much less 4 giant wolves. He continued on for a few more miles before heading back to his camp. On the way back he noticed a small white fluffy rabbit hopping ever closer to the small hole from earlier.
The rabbit turned back to look at him with it piercing cyan eyes.
"Uh oh" he said, unintentionally voicing his current concern out loud. He could see where this was going, even with his poor foreshadowing ability. The rabbit then turned the rest of its body to face him and it then started getting bigger, much bigger than rabbit should be. It's fur started to turn the same color as the the wolves and it's ears got shorter as well as its tail getting longer. After around 10-15 seconds the tiny adorable rabbit was no more. In its place was a giant wolf.
"Woah what have you been eating, protein bars and pure badass? Oh no wait they eat those cyan crystals." He said in a both poor and failed attempt to humor himself. The giant rabbit wolf thing stared daggers at him. He could see that it felt the same way about him as he felt about it, they wanted each other dead. Extremely fucking dead. Like set them on fire throw them off a cliff into a landmine factory that was sitting on top of a nuclear warhead storage warehouse, that kind of dead. He hated this wolf almost as much as he hated dolphins. It was an unnatural burning sensation deep within his chest they needed to be gone, now.
As the wolf charged him he immediately sidestepped then uppercutted the wolf with all of his ridiculous strength. He calmed down after his enemies defeat enough to see he killed this wolf the same way he had killed the last one. He was tempted to yell ONE PUUUUNNCHH, but decided against it seeing as how if the wolves were brave enough to attack him in force they might actually win.
He settled for taking the wolf's corpse back to his base camp, which wasn't difficult with his incredible strength. Though it was still reasonably difficult because of the crevices erratic formation.
After bringing the bitch ass cunt motherfucker piece of shit wolf back to his camp he set it right on top of the other dead wolf. He had to angle it just right, but it probably wouldn't fall on him in the middle of the night.
He decided it wasn't important exactly how the bunny had turned into a giant murder wolf, he assumed it had something to do with his the cyan power crystals. He then curled up with the egg again before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.