Canna nodded at Roderic, his expression calm but resolute. "We'll take it from here," he said, signaling the man to stay back. As the heavy gate creaked open, Canna stepped inside, his eyes immediately locking onto the creature before him.
The first thing he noticed was the wolf's eyes—brilliant, piercing blue, glowing with a cold light that contrasted starkly against its ragged, dirt-covered fur. But before Canna could fully take in the sight, Grimruk swiftly moved in front of him, his massive battle axe ready, while Flora positioned herself behind Canna, her glowing vines poised to strike.
"Master," Grimruk's voice was low, tense. "This is a disaster rank wolf." His weapon remained trained on the wolf, every muscle in his body coiled like a spring, ready to strike at the slightest provocation.
