The lone wolf, Kael, a vigilant scout from the Crescent Moon Pack, weaved through the shadows. His fur, a blend of darkness and moonlight, camouflaged him seamlessly. He had been on intense patrol duty for hours, his sharp ears picking up even the faintest of sounds. He caught a whiff of something unsettling as he approached a moonlit clearing, his duty was to patrol the borders and report any suspicious activity.
Kael padded silently through the underbrush, his paws barely making a sound. He stopped at the clearing, sniffing the air, and he detected a faint scent of blood and magic. He frowned, feeling a surge of dread. Curiosity piqued, and the wolf traced the ominous trail, hoping to find the source of the disturbance.
