This day marked the complete cessation of the howling blizzard, as well as the day the wolf pack aggressively expanded its territory.
Many species in this area had caught the scent of the wolf pack.
Yet all hunters, upon seeing the increasingly formidable wolf pack, could only retract their fanged teeth and talons, crouching in the snow without daring to make the slightest sound.
The large herbivorous species all revealed unease in their eyes.
Especially the lone wolves and lynxes, who were extremely anxious.
Previously, this region was chaotic, with territories of a dozen hunters overlapping each other.
Therefore, as they roamed this region, they could still feast upon leftovers and, with some luck, even snatch up some fresh food.
But once the White Wolf's pack completely unified the area, they would have no choice but to roam farther afield or submit to the wolf pack.
There was no third option.
Resist the wolf pack?
