Fenrir strode through the weathered wooden building, his footsteps echoing through the deserted hallways.
His heart pounded in his chest, anticipation and excitement surging through his veins.
He emerged into the brisk air, greeted by the imposing silhouette of the massive wooden wall protecting their lair, the golden ember of sunlight casting a foreboding glow on the large gate.
A crowd of bandits was already gathered, their murmurs hushed, faces tense in the bright light.
They parted for Fenrir, their whispers falling into silence. Behind him, more bandits fell into step, their raucous chatter ceasing as they neared the gate.
The gate creaked open, revealing the narrow stretch of open land before the lair.
In the distance, three figures loomed, their shadows elongated by the ghostly daytime light which was dulled by the shrubbery around.
