Wolf Pack Assault
Smoke billowed outside the fence, making it difficult for the wolves to approach. Their first assault failed in less than five minutes.
The wolves charged fast and retreated just as quickly. At the Wolf King's call, the vicious wolves that had repeatedly lunged at the fence turned and ran without hesitation.
It had lasted barely five minutes, yet the people inside the fence were already breaking out in cold sweat.
The wolves' ferocity and tactics had taken them by surprise.
Some of the smoke drifted inside the fence, but people had prepared wet towels or damp masks, which helped block some of the irritating fumes.
The wolves, by comparison, had no good way to deal with it. Their paws couldn't even shield them. After fleeing in disarray, they instinctively rubbed their noses against the ground, trying to scrape off the awful irritant clinging to their sensitive noses with grass and dirt. Unfortunately, it did little good. Their noses and mouths rubbed raw, and the burning sensation in their nasal passages still wouldn't fade.
"Anyone hurt?"
"Did anyone get bitten?"
"Don't try to tough it out. Report even the slightest scrape."
Zaxi of Deji Village wasn't the only one checking on people. The headmen and village chiefs who had come to help also inspected their own groups.
Anyone bitten or scratched by a wolf would need rabies shots, rabies immunoglobulin, and a tetanus shot—an expensive set of treatments, all paid for out of pocket.
Still, compared with the cost of treatment after the disease took hold, that was only a small expense.
Two yaks would be enough to vaccinate everyone. None of the villages were so poor that they'd worry about losing one or two yaks. It was no great loss, as long as nobody got hurt.
Fortunately,