With so many Wolves already felled, the rest of the pack became more cautious, growling and barring their fangs but stalking in hopes of catching some sort of opening that had not yet obviously turned out to be a trap.
And then, when Evian was ready to go in and kill a good few more, the wolves raised their heads and let out a long and loud howl that was so obviously meant for a call of solidarity for an ally that had yet to show itself.
And sure enough, after the rustle of forest shrubs, and the sounds of heavy paws landing on the soft floor, a larger wolf showed itself. Its eyes were red with viciousness and it was at least as tall as two of the other wolves stacked on top of each other— The pressure that seeped out of its body betrayed its strength almost immediately.
"A Rank Four Martial Beast!" yelled the Disciple that had been admonishing Lorient before Evian's arrival.
