Elton led his team through the forest of towering grey trees, his eyes fixed on the snow-covered mountain ahead of them. The howls of the wolves grew louder as they approached the foothill, eerily ringing in their ears. As they delved deeper into the forest and approached the base of the mountain, those soldiers with more experience in hunting couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that hung over their heads, squeezing at their hearts, like a vicious predator watching their every move while waiting for the right time to tear their throats. The survival instinct that kept them alive during dozens of winters seemed to be screaming at them, advising them to turn around and go back to the camp.