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Hazy, with a discerning gaze, knelt closer to the lifeless wolf wether beast sprawled across the cobblestone pathway. Her eyes, sharp and analytical, traced the markings and wounds on its fur, each telling a story of the creature's final moments. As she squatted down, a realization washed over her - this was not just a solitary wether beast; it was part of a pack, a group known for hunting to satisfy their ravenous hunger.
The implications of a pack of wether beasts in Dradinite Province sent a shiver down Hazy's spine. Packs were known for their coordination and strategy, making them more formidable and dangerous than lone creatures. If one had been taken down, the others would likely be nearby, potentially plotting their next move.
