The journey into the moonlit wolves' den continued, the adventurers' steps echoing off the rocky walls of the cave. It was no ordinary cave; the walls shimmered with faint, ethereal light, creating an otherworldly ambiance that both fascinated and unsettled them. Silence hung in the cave, broken only by the distant echoes of water dripping from unseen stalactites. The temperature had plummeted as they ventured deeper, and an eerie silence filled the air.
Gruff, the party leader, tightened his grip on his massive shield, his eyes scanning their surroundings. His party members were equally alert, they had just delt with the second group of wolves that attacked them, but something seemed to unsettle Gruff.
Gruff's keen instincts as a seasoned adventurer told him that there was something amiss in this situation. The moonlit wolves, despite their numerical advantage, continued to engage the party in smaller groups. Their cautious approach raised doubts in Gruff's mind.
