In the middle of the night, the sea breeze gradually became bitingly cold. Over the reef island, the strong winds gathered the rain clouds. A lash of lightning broke through the dark night sky as big raindrops while the thunder rumbled.
"What a huge rainstorm! Be careful not to get washed into the sea. We should leave the shore as far away as possible!" Next to the coast of the reef, Tutula, the shortest of the three wolf-headed warriors in charged of the night watch, saw that the waves in the sea were getting bigger, so he stood up and told his companions.
With their real bodies hidden in their 'shells,' the Bucktooth Wolf soldiers were not afraid of any adverse weather. However, it was still a delusion if they wanted to oppose the rage of the sea with this lowest-level god-bestowed shell.
