The sound reverberated through the clearing, striking a chord of recognition in Ellie's heart. It wasn't just an eerie howl; it was a deathly omen. She'd heard it before, and she knew what it signified.
With urgency etched on her face, Ellie sprang to her feet. She couldn't afford to hesitate. She bolted towards the source of the ominous sound, propelled by concern and an instinctual need to protect.
But her rush was halted by an approaching figure. It was Keyla, panting heavily, clearly on a quest to find them.
"Slow down, where's the fire?" Keyla quipped, her voice laced with concern. "The battle's still raging, and with my ears, I can tell it's not over yet. It might be best to wait it out."
Yet, Ellie's focus was elsewhere. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, her senses attuned to every nuance. The urgency couldn't be tempered. She glanced back, a look of determination in her eyes.
