The ancient stone castle echoed with the rumble of an impending onslaught as if the very foundation of the earth quivered in fear. Tristan, attuned to his heightened senses, observed the thick fog-concealed forest surrounding the castle. In the eerie mist, the trees appeared to writhe and move, signaling the approach of a formidable force. He was convinced that a relentless horde of wolves, numbering in the thousands, was closing in on the castle.
His suspicions were soon confirmed as a cacophony of roars, howls, and growls reverberated through the air. The symphony of predatory sounds signaled the imminent clash between the elves and the varied wolf pack that emerged from the depths of the mystical forest.
