In the north, in a forest, seven men were riding in a wild gallop.
-Hunting horns in the left!
-Let's go, faster Lian!
-Are you afraid are we going to lose it this time? the men on the horse laughed.
-Only you, Lian, because I am going to catch it today! the one on the right said.
They were riding good mountain horses, strong breed, beautiful black beasts. Three riders were in front of the others, wearing distinct clothes, even if they were all dressed in furs. It was cold that morning, and they just left home too early, and the cold was felt well in those early hours. The sun was almost up, and the mists dissipate easily almost following the riders.
They were out hunting bears, as some of the bears were sometimes coming out of the woods to steal the food from the people.
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