The wolves circled Draven and Karlan with a cautious yet predatory demeanor. Karlan stood beside Draven, his sword ready, but he spoke up in a low voice, "If you could, Draven, I'd appreciate it if we could avoid spilling any blood on this holy ground."
Draven nodded in agreement, understanding the significance of the sacred space they were standing on. He watched as the wolves continued to encircle them, their eyes locked onto their every move.
Without warning, the first wolf lunged at Draven with its teeth bared, aiming for his throat. Draven's reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly ducked down, avoiding the wolf's attack. Draven's powerful arms shot out as the wolf passed overhead, his hands gripping the wolf's underbelly.
