The icy wind whistled through the snow-covered trees, making the bare branches tremble. The forest was calm, too calm, as if it were holding its breath. Dahlia's team advanced cautiously through the freshly fallen snow, their steps muffled by the thick white blanket. A recent storm had left the landscape covered in snow, creating an eerie silence and a challenging terrain to navigate.
Dahlia, imposing and determined, led the patrol. Beside her, Sokar scanned the surroundings with heightened vigilance, while Nemedor remained alert, his spear ready to pierce any potential threat. The fourth member of their team, a soldier from the Ibara clan named Riwan, walked silently behind them, his lycanthropic senses on high alert.
"The tracks are still fresh," Riwan murmured, his piercing eyes observing the ground. "We're not far."
Dahlia nodded, her face serious. "Let's stay quiet. The Wendigo we fought wasn't alone. We need to be ready for anything."
