“Guard commander, please,” one of the guards pleaded.

  “What do you want?” Wilf yawned as she stretched her legs, making her joints pop.

  “Guard commander, please don’t sleep on top of the wall,” the guard pleaded yet again.

  “Why?” Wilf asked, annoyed and tired.

  The guard looked uneasy as he said, “If you fall-“

  “I’ll die,” Wilf yawned, unfaced.

  “The height of the wall would kill me without question if I were to fall. Or if someone pushed me,” Wilf said as she glanced over at the guard. “Perhaps you’ll be the new guard commander if I die.”

  “I WOULD NEVER!” The guard protested in fear.

  ‘He acts the same somewhat, but it isn’t fun, only boring. Boring, boring, boring,’ Wilf thought as she let out a sigh. “You can go now. I’m done sleeping.”

  A moment later, Wil sat up and jumped down on the wooden railing.

  The guard looked a little calmer, but not by a lot, as he walked away.

  Wilf looked up at the sky, watching the boring clouds pass by as she used her ability. Within a moment, she was overwhelmed by loud sound after loud sound causing her nothing but pain.

  She flexed her ear muscles and blocked out all sounds she didn’t want to hear until she heard her little prey talking with Hali.

  Wilf hoped something exciting would happen. Since that vixen had taught him how to counter her ability, she had been in too much pain to listen without making her ears bleed.

  “Still nothing,” Wilf sighed as she listened in on the conversation about cooking. “So he knows how to cook. How boorish.”

  ‘Why can’t the enemy just attack already? Why can’t there be fire? Why can’t there be blood? Why can’t it just be something other than boring,’ Wilf contemplated as she leaned against the wall.

  As she listened in on Kenneth, Wilf heard he was going to Kica’s house, so she changed the place she was listening in on.

  And as she did, she was met but the sound of loud breathing, and she knew those sounds very well; she always heard them during mating season.

  ‘The little healer found a mate. I wonder who it could be,’ Wilf chuckled slightly, her boredom slightly diminishing as she heard the loud footsteps of her little prey approaching. ‘Please let this be entertaining!’

  She listened in as her hearts started to beat slightly faster as she closed her eyes and created a mental image of the situation.

  And she burst out with laughter when Kenneth just opened the door, and there was nothing but silence.

  And the ensuing battle Wilf listened in on, just blew away her boredom as she heard her little prey struggling.

  On some level, Wilf knew that her little prey would always come out on top with his strength, but nevertheless, it was exhilarating to hear him do something entertaining.

  However, nothing could compare to Wilf’s glee when she heard the name of the healer’s lover. “Zilika.”

  ‘The little healer and the former second in command are misshapen,’ Wilf chuckled, her tail wagging from side to side. ‘Revealing that could give me quite a show.’

  However, Wilf's intention to reveal Kica’s and Zilika’s forbidden love was halted once she heard the ensuing conversation after the fighting had stopped.

  ‘He sees nothing wrong with being misshapen and seem’s to care about at least one of them,’ Wilf thought as she gleefully thought of opportunities to have some fun with that information. ‘I wonder how far I can push him with this.’

  Wilf was so ecstatic when she learned this information that she had completely forgotten to listen in for some time until she looked up and saw the gates were open.

  ‘An enemy attack?’ Wilf wondered as she walked along the railing to get a better look.

  As she got closer, she got a good look at some wagons being pulled in. ‘Just the merchant and suppliers.’

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  However, just as she was about to turn around and listen in on her little prey once more to see if something entertaining was still happening, she saw something other than slaves pulling a wagon.

  It was a giant beast Wilf had never bothered to learn the name of.

  She was mesmerized by it. By the leather straps around its body. In all her summers, she had never once thought of anything like that.

  “The merchants might actually have a good story to tell,” Wilf said to herself as she slowly walked on the railing all the way over to the gate.

  From atop the railing, she could see all of the people just working, but she only had her eyes on the animal.

  Admittedly the sight lost its entertainment value after a few glances, but Wilf kept watching for a short while, leaning up against the wall once more.

  As she looked down on everyone walking about and unloading supplies, Wilf felt her boredom slowly creep back.

  ‘Is the little prey still doing something fun?’ Wilf wondered as she looked up and used her ability once more.

  From a distance before, she had honed in on where her little prey was with her ability; she saw a knight in golden near what looked like her little prey, and when she listened to the conversation, she only heard one thing.

  “I do not know what you are or what lies you made that vixen believe, but I’ll take your head nevertheless.”

  Then from a distance, Wilf saw the golden knight swing at her little prey with his golden sword, and once it hit, the sword promptly broke.

  “Hahahahahahahahahahahah,” Wilf laughed uncontrollably, clutching her stomach, and a few tears started to flow from her eyes.

  Her laughter caught the attention of a lot, one of which was Ulric.

  “Guard commander, why do you feel the need to disturb everyone here?” Ulric asked in his loud booming voice.

  “Ohh, sorry, commander,” Wilf said, her laughter dying down to a low chuckle. “I just couldn’t help but laugh at the sight down near the great hall.”

  With an annoyed expression, Ulric turned around and looked down the road for a moment as Solk approached him.

  “Commander, it’s good to see you again,” Solk started in a gentle voice.

  However, Ulric wasn’t listing; he just started to walk down the road with Solk following along, and Wilf just watched with glee, her hearts beating faster, wondering if he was going to make it in time and stop the fight before it became a blood bath.

  “Without him,” Wilf said, grinning. “Without my little prey, all of this. All of this excitement and entertainment would never have happened. And there’s still more to come after this.”

  Wilf, from a distance, watched everything unfold, and while the result was less violent than she had hoped, it was still entertaining nonetheless.

  With everything finished for now, Wilf descended from the wall and walked around the wagons, looking at some supplies and some of the merchant's wear.

  There were a few good short swords and daggers, but they were all too new; she preferred a weapon with a few scratches, one that had a story to tell.

  As she walked around and glanced at the wears, Wilf noticed a lot of the men were looking at her every now and again.

  ‘I guess it can’t be helped,’ Wilf chuckled internally. ‘I am that beautiful, after all.’

  She walked around for a while, still looking for something she might want to buy while everyone was working and unloading.

  However, everyone seemed to just stop, and Wilf’s ears perked up once she heard. “Stay back, you foul abomination!”

  Wilf rushed out among the many wagons to the street with a grin.

  She followed everyone’s eyes to the gate where her little prey was pushing with one hand up against the closed gate.

  ‘I wonder if he’s that strong?’ Wilf thought as she heard some of Solk’s men beside her talk.

  “What is it doing?” One of Solk’s men asked out loud.

  “Don’t mind the abomination,” One of the outposts residents said in a tired tone. “It's ugly but doesn’t really do anything most of the time.”

  “Is that little thing trying to push open the gate all by itself,” Another one of Solk’s men asked, watching in slight curiosity. “Don’t you need at least four strong men to open a gate this big?”

  “Oh, this is going to be fun,” Another of the outpost residents chuckled.

  The little prey seemed to push with all his might, and Wilf just watched as his foot seemed about to slip.

  “Hey, how much do you wanna bet this goes on for,” One of Solk’s men asked another.

  “Two silver coins say the midget stops after a short while,” the other Aki said confidently.

  “No, I know that type of stubbornness when I see it. It’s gonna be a while before it admits defeat,” The other one of Solk’s men said, laughing to himself.

  “I’ll join the wager and say the little prey succeeds,” Wilf said, getting the attention of the two men.

  Both of them looked at her and were instantly awestruck by her beauty as she watched Kenneth intently, feeling her hearts beat with excitement.

  “I doubt a woman like you even has a bronze coin to her name,” One of Solk’s men said before laughing.

  “A woman always has money, especially when she’s naked,” Wilf said with a sly smile.

  The laughing abruptly stopped, and both of Solk’s men looked at one another and then at Wilf. “Alright, woman, you're on, but it’s a fool's bet.”

  “Oh, I know,” Wilf said with a knowing grin.

  Wilf watched her little prey intently while the two men just seemed so sure of themselves, thinking they had already won, but there was one thing they didn’t know that she did.

  Over the sound of the muttering from everyone else, Wilf heard creaking and cracking from the gate.

  She was not sure if the little prey was strong enough to open the gate, but her hearts just kept beating with anticipation and excitement.

  ‘Perhaps I should bet more often,’ Wilf wondered as the bet was coming to an end.

  Slowly he lifted his foot and took a step forward, the gate slowly opening until it was wide enough for the little prey to walk through.

  Everyone present just stood slack-jawed in shock.

  Well, all except for one.

  Wilf looked to her side, grinning, and held out her hand, “my coins if you would.”

  Both of them just turned their head to the side, both wide-eyed and slack-jawed.

  Wilf did very little to contain her laughter as the two were forced to swallow their pride and pay her two silver coins each.

  “This day is just getting better and better,” Wilf said to herself, climbing back on top of the wall and watching just as the little prey entered a wagon.

  ‘It’s gonna be fun talking to him once he gets back,’ Wilf thought as she watched the wagon intently and used her ability.