Another wolf charges at me. I slide down as I watch it jump over me. I slam my spear into his chest. It roars and blood spills on my face. I throw it to the side. Another one charges blindly. They look mad. I throw my spear in its face. It was a direct hit. Why is this fight so easy? It makes me think they are trying to die. Why do they wish to die?

What else is going on? Another one charges. I feel pity for them. They want to die. Animals have a conscious to want something. But why would they want death? Should I deliver it? I look at them. They look weak and crawling like worms. Is death really their salvation. It falls to the ground and looks up at me. It looks sorrowful. I can feel it begging at me. I walk forward. I will deliver a death for you. I raise my spear. Its eyes looked so painful. They looked so full of pain. I look down at the pathetic beast. A warrior should never feel pity. 

"It's okay. It's okay." I move my hand over the wolf's face.

It growled slightly as if to say, please kill me.

"Alright." I nod.

I lift my spear up. May the fallen lands have mercy on your soul. I slam my spear down into the wolf's skull.