Walking around the wasteland of the former beautiful country, Ulvus looked around, searching for prey. He hadn't eaten in a few days, so food was important to him now. Having his gun in his paws, he was ready to shoot at any living creature he might had stumbled upon. What's that?..., he thought, looking in the horizon, squinting his eyes a bit, breathing slowly behind his scarf. A town?..., he thought, as he was sure he could make out a few houses. Approaching the town, he felt a little relieved. Maybe they have a bar, or something, he thought, hoping for there to be at least food. If he so had to force it out of someones dead hands. As he reached the town, he looked a little around. Seems kinda dead, he thought, as there were only a few people around, giving him stares. Although, he found a bar and went inside. Walking up to the counter, he put his left paw on it, hovering his right paw over his gun in his holster, ready to draw it if something went down. Ordering some food and a drink, he sat down on a bar stool, pulling down his scarf. A stranger approached from behind. He could easily hear him, but decided to ignore him at first. As he reached for his shoulder, he quickly drew his hunting knife, holding it over his throat, keeping him in place with his other paw. "What do you want?", he asked stirnly. "I... I-I was just here... T-to bring you this...", the stranger studdered out, slowly reaching forward with a golden letter. "What is it?", Ulvus asked still stirnly, holding the knife closer to the strangers throat. "I don't know, I don't know!", he yelped out, beginning to sweat a bunch. Sitting like that for a few seconds, he let him go, making him run out of the bar again. Starring after him for a few seconds, he leaned down, picking up the letter, examining it.