Ophelia had been navigating the dense forest for half a day, her determination unwavering but her success minimal. The elusive werewolves she sought remained out of reach, hidden within the depths of the woods.
"Dammit, how can this be so difficult? We haven't caught sight of a single werewolf!" Ophelia shouted in frustration, her voice echoing through the trees. Her usually bright and playful demeanor had taken a turn towards annoyance, her eyebrows knitting together in a frown.
Blackie, her loyal companion, could only offer a sympathetic woof in response. His sharp senses were on high alert, but even he couldn't detect the distinct scent of a werewolf.
