--Narrator--
A big black wolf with a streak of white fur on her head kept pacing around, growling from time to time, the other people who were waiting for their companion didn't dare to speak to her.
Add to that, the wolf's stomach had been rumbling for three days nonstop. Who would have known that those who entered the Tower of Yaman are taking their time, nobody expected such a thing to happen.
The hooded group had their own rations so they just waited patiently one one side. The Raven and the Eagle, on the other hand, flew to the forest from time to time. They brought fresh game, roasting them over fire, challenging the wolf's nerves from bursting.
The man donned in golden armor, Pozse, was worried for his sister so he bartered other golden accessories and trinkets with the Raven and the Eagle for food.
