Chapter 31 Hunt for a Heart
Ivan made good time through the woods. He was unsure if he was on the right course. So many trails began to bleed out into others and she continually changed forms. He was uncertain if he had picked up an old trail or a new for some things seemed fresh while others did not. He was not used to being befuddled. Baba Yaga had given him a clue as to the proper direction to go and so he went with his best instincts while still following her command. His instincts told him this was a trap.
He heard a rustling and knelt to the ground and soon she came barreling out at him. She was wolf and snarling fiercely. He was low and she came fast so he caught her with his powerful arms just before she was able to clamp onto his face. He wrestled and threw her down. She must have been young for she didn’t have the strength of the others of her kind he had killed. Realizing she was out matched she made for the brush and ran herself right into a hole. A trap he had made a while ago for another game. Ivan thought this strange, certain she would have seen it there then again this little cub was brazen enough to challenge Baba Yaga so she must not have been too bright.
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Before she had the chance to jump out he jumped in swinging his axe striking a powerful blow to her head. She squealed a terrible scream and then was silent. Her form turned back into that of a young girl collapsing to the ground. This reminded Ivan, he removed Rose’s hood before blood oozed onto it. Kicking the girl over and taking out his silver dagger he expertly removed her heart. In his mind he knew this had been too easy. However, Ivan had no will to think beyond the task he had just accomplished. He barricaded the meat so it would stay dry in the hole. Being werewolf no animals cunning enough to get to it would dare to touch it. The flesh was poisonous. Ivan covered the hole and made his way back to his mistress. Gretel’s form changed once more from that of a girl’s to that of boar.