[color=#ffe100][I]I might've bit off more than I can chew."[/I][/color] Astor thought, grunting as he adjusted his grip on the wooden poles he'd lashed together.

[color=#ffe100][I]I should see about getting a cart or a wagon. Maybe a pony to carry some of this weight.[/I][/color]

He had bound the wolf carcasses to a set of wooden poles he'd cut from saplings, and was now dragging them back towards Fireflies from the forest. The wolves were wrapped in an old tarp, something he'd bought from an older trader a while back for rainwater collection. Hopefully, it'd keep him from tracking blood all through the forest.

It only took him a few hours to reach the outskirts of the settlement. Breathing heavily, he stopped before the guards to declare himself.

[color=#ffe100]"Morning fellas. It's Astor, back from a hunt. Got two wolves. From a pack of ten. Anyone in the market for a new coat?"[/color]