The sun was high in the sky and Linea was glad she'd worn a hat, though she could still feel the skin on her nose starting to crisp a little. But the carrot patch needed to be weeded, the tomatoes needed to be pruned and she wanted to cut some rosemary so it could start drying in the same sun that was making her a little uncomfortable.

"Oh well, I'll have to get some stronger sun cream. You'll just have to deal with it for now, nose."

She tried to look at her nose while she talked to it, and realised how silly this would look to an observer. Never mind, maybe the plants got a laugh out of it. Giggling a little, she stretched her back, knelt back down and continued to carefully pluck the weeds from between the rows of bushy little carrot plants. "The chickens are going to enjoy munching these" - into the chicken basket they went.

A howl echoed in the distance.

Linea looked beyond the forest and sighed.

"Why couldn't they just stay away?"

Linea rushed around the garden, making sure the chicken coop was secure and ran inside the house. She eyed the window, reaching for her satchel. In it she seized her axe listened in for the distant howls. Time was still as the garden remained silent, the chickens were clucking and the tomatoes were still waiting to be pruned. Slowly a creature of grey fur appeared from the trees, with a ferocious look, it surveyed the area. It sniffed the air and their eyes widened in hunger as it found the chickens. The wolf howled to gather its companions and the chickens stilled. A snarl emerged from the beast--If you could even call it that, Linea saw it only as a nuisance. 3 more wolves materialised with hunger in their eyes as they approached the coop. Linea gripped on her axe harder, breaths slow as she waited for the pack to close in.

A shrill whistle resonated from the forest.

The wolves heads perked up, eyes wide as they howled in unison. The pack sprinted back into the woods, howling all the way through.