Morning has come. Birdsong and warm sun greet those who wake up.
However, for the Lycans, none of this is seen as pretty.
They only have one definite goal. They wanted to look forward to the moment when their revenge was delivered.
The Lycans were up even before the sun rose. They scanned the town again.
The dew wet their different colored fur.
Grim had already changed into his human form. He spoke to Sigewulf who was still in his three-meter tall wolf form.
"(I will go now,)" Grim said.
Sigewulf only answered with a growl and a nod. His growl was short but there was a heavy emphasis on it.
Sigewulf seemed to be emphasizing that Grim shouldn't waste too much time in that town.
And in order to bring the being who killed his brother's pack here as soon as possible.
Grim of course understood that. He nodded and walked towards the town.
With a facial expression that he kept as calm as possible, Grim approached the town with average steps.
