The bones we worked at finally are sharp and easily could kill someone but they are only points, Not knives. "Think of it like a rapier" says my grandfather and I nod even though the bone is only 1 foot 4 inches long with the pointed part only being 8 inches long. "Now wait till the door opens" he says before we position ourselves infront of the door. We wait for a whole hour before the door finally begins to unlock and then opens and we tackle a wolfkin with black fur wearing army pants. I raise my knife above my head and I bring the point down into his neck causing his blood to spray out of his neck. I rip the knife out before my grandfather helps me up and we begin sprinting down the caves. My grandfather leads me left, then right, and then left again and again till we reach a large open area with hundreds of Wolfkin down below sitting at tables and eating and talking. "Stay silent" says my father before the two of us begin to scale along the wall towards an open exit with one guard standing outside looking in the opposite direction. My grandpa crouches down and begins making his way towards the guard who he stabs in the neck with his bone knife and then throwing him down the mountain. "Come on!" he says in a hushed tone and I follow him outside. The view is beautiful, It shows hundreds of mountains in the distance and there is a fresh layer of snow on the ground. "Lets go" he says before we begin to climb down.
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