Mass release 5/5
The Wolf Terror opened its maws wide, letting its thick, viscous saliva drop in heavy chunks. The blood from its last kill still tainted its mouth a deep red, the scent of iron thick in the air. Its growl reverberated through the confines of the carriage, a guttural warning of the carnage to come.
The beast's primal instincts flickered between its two targets—Asher and the adventurer beside him. Neither of them moved an inch.
From afar, Malvarick gnashed her teeth at the tense standoff. The frustration in her voice was undeniable as she whispered harshly, "Why doesn't he just kill the wolf? He's that strong at least."
Fey, standing beside her, heard her words and understood her suspicions. Unlike the others, Malvarick could see through Asher's facade. Fey sighed and resolved to explain, his voice low but firm.
