Low growls rumbled from their throats, their sharp fangs bared as they took cautious steps forward, their predatory instincts kicking in. The largest of the pack—a massive black-furred wolf—stood at the front, its ears flattened and muscles coiled, ready to pounce.
Renan's lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh well… I guess it wouldn't be an adventure without running into some wild animals," he mused aloud, his voice carrying a casual amusement that contrasted with the tension in the air.
His body relaxed, but his eyes gleamed with something else—anticipation.
The wolves circled him, their growls growing more menacing. They saw him as prey.
But Renan?
He saw them as nothing more than warm-up practice.
But he had a question in his mind, which he asked out loud.
"Why attack me?" he asked, feeling confused.
