There have been plenty of instances where war would rage and the country going into a golden age of science, arts, all that stuff.
At least in this world anyways, most of the technologies here are almost the exact same as earth, except for the fact that they are more advanced.
Artificial intelligence, nanomaterials, military warfare, everything my old world would have thought to excel at, over shined by what this world has accomplished.
My education at the church has gifted me this basic knowledge on almost everything.
A year has passed from when I had my appraisal, and daily life is basically the same, if you’re wondering why we go to school at age four, the white wolf tribe has superior intelligence compared to other races.
My appraisal was measured and said as “average” because that’s what I was compared to other white wolves, average.
This doesn’t bother me as I have almost regained a physical state comparable to when I was in my old world as a human, and I can only get smarter thanks to my previous intelligence as a human.
I have also explored my physical features a bit more, due to the appearance of a mirror in the church. I have bright scarlet red eyes, with new ears on top of my head, like a wolf.
I have fluffy white hair on my head and tail, and ears. Also, I have a tail.
If I was more grown-up, I would say I'm quite the beauty.
I look exactly like an anime wolf girl!
After I examined my body at the church, I went home to my mother, as usual, we played quite a bit, and I also did my daily chores. My current life is boring compared to my old life, but I'm content with it, I quite like the repetitive daily life.
If I’m not at home playing with my mother, I'm either at the church, with my friends, or doing chores, but today, I'm exiting the village to head towards the forest to hunt my first beast!
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I'm quite excited, I have hunted before in my old life, my old man seemed to adore his guns, and would fire them when he had the chance too.
He would take me out often after school to hunt deer, so I’m quite accustomed to the usual hunting routine.
When I entered a hunting hut at the south end of the village, I saw several bolt action rifles, with bullets resembling .270’s.
I'm going hunting with a village hunter named Garrett, he told me to pick any rifle and just pack up with rations and a canteen, and we then headed to a forest.
We didn't really do any small talk apart from him telling me what to do if I see any deer, and how I should aim and fire my rifle.
My old man in my previous life didn't let me touch his guns that much often, in fear of me “breaking them”.
I'm still kinda salty about that.
We travelled for a few hours on foot towards the forest, and we proceeded to find a good vantage point to hunt some deer.
When I was told to go prone and just let him “do the hunting”, I was kinda annoyed, but I was told this for a good reason, because we were not hunting animals from my old world, there were beasts in this forest that are quite aggressive this time of year, which happens to be autumn.
As we were waiting for our prey, I noticed some rabbit-like animals, I say rabbit-like because they have 3 ears…
This is starting to get me thinking about more questions about this world, such as how in the absolute church of boat Mormons, did we evolve with other animals mixed in our DNA, I'm literally a wolf girl!
I have had moments like this ever since my appraisal, ever since then I had felt like something had become more flexible in my body, but after testing that while playing with my friends and doing other various things, I realised my abilities have pretty much stayed the same.
This feeling has bugged me for quite some time, even a year later, I still don't have the answers to these questions.
After about an hour of waiting, we finally spot our prey, a deer is slowly moving around the plain we overlook.
Garrett, who told me to let him do the hunting, gave me the gun and whispered:
“The scope is set up, and the gun is ready to fire, just aim the crosshairs at the deer's head, if you don't think you can hit that, try the neck. Remember to support the rifle with your shoulders, and make sure you are able to hit that shot when we fire, there is the saying “a stick breaking is soon forgotten by the hunter, but long remembered by the animals.” I want you to absolutely make sure you can hit that deer.”
As I slowly start to slow my breathing and make my aim more steady, I put my finger on the trigger, slowly pulling the trigger back as if I was ready to fire, I aim at the deer's head, right at the brain, we were about 50 metres away from the deer, so the wind wouldn't really affect the bullet’s trajectory.
The crosshair is in place, my finger is on the trigger, so.
I fired.
The bullet quickly moved its way to the deer's head, making a loud bang as it exited the barrel.
The bullet hit right on the deer's head, killing it instantly, the deer fell over.
We head over to the deer to pick it up and start to bring it home, while doing so Garrett is complimenting me on my marksmanship.
Even I was surprised about my aim, maybe it’s just a one-off.
We made our way back to the village, it was nearing dusk, so we decided to skin and hang the deer up to process it. We had a grand feast the night after, I helped quite a bit with preparing and cooking the feast, I even got compliments from the village chief!
Although that doesn't sound like a big deal, he is more bad-tempered than anything you have ever seen.
He once berated one of the villagers for tripping on the ground.
End of chap 3