Sighting his audience's rapid advance, the suit-clad man spared one longing glance at the white wolf before darting into the depths of the snowy forest.
"D*mn it! You're lucky you're a fast runner! I'd skin you alive if I got my hands on you!" Kaizer cursed.
Meanwhile, the wolf continued howling pitifully at Jacob's feet. It sent Jacob a pleading gaze as though begging for mercy.
Jacob met the wolf's gaze, and he realized he sympathized with the creature.
Though the wolf was a beast, it evidently possessed some form of human intelligence, allowing it to understand human speech and make conscious decisions.
Kaizer approached Jacob and muttered, "The white wolf is huge. Its beast core must be incredibly precious."
He swung a blade in his hand, ready to send the creature to its end.
Gravely injured, the white wolf had no means of defending itself.
