The wolf pack gave Howard no time to catch his breath; their formation shifted within a mere breath, followed by relentless assaults.
This time, the blue wolves had evidently learned their lesson, opting not to bite Howard's limbs directly but instead to claw and swipe at him, using their sharp teeth only in sneaky attacks.
Though the continuous, singular attacks lacked the oppressive force of the previous coordinated efforts by several wolves, Howard dared not take them lightly.
A single misstep could lead to a tempestuous onslaught, leaving him no chance to even fight back.
Moreover, the evidently strongest among them, the wolf king, had yet to make its move.
Since the onset of battle, it had been circling the outskirts, clearly biding its time to strike Howard with a devastating blow.
