an awoke to the warm rays of sunlight streaming through the window, signaling the start of a new day. After a brief moment to gather his thoughts, he made his way downstairs, exchanging a friendly wave with the inn lady as he passed by.
Exiting the inn, Dan spotted the guard from the previous day standing near a wagon in the distance. A sense of anticipation stirred within him as he realized that he might be joining the people on the wagon .
The guard spotted Dan and waved him over, signaling for him to follow the wagon. Dan complied, hastening his steps to catch up. As he approached, he observed people loading their belongings onto the wagon, preparing for the journey ahead.
Dan hopped onto the wagon and settled in, patiently waiting as the others finished their preparations. Moments later, the gate swung open, and the wagon set off the guard bidding them farewell with a wave.
As the wagon rolled forward, Dan returned the gesture, joining the others in bidding their old town goodbye.
As the wagon trundled away from the town, Dan watched as the familiar buildings grew smaller and smaller in the distance. With each passing moment, the bustling streets and bustling activity of the town faded into the horizon, replaced by the vast expanse of the countryside.
Settling back into his seat, Dan felt a mix of excitement about the journey ahead. As the landscape rolled by, he noticed some of the other travelers on the wagon attempting to strike up conversation with him. However, their efforts quickly faltered as they realized Dan's inability to communicate.
Deciding to retreat into his own thoughts, Dan reclined in his seat, allowing time to pass by in quiet contemplation.
Suddenly, the wagon jolted to a stop, disrupting Dan's reverie. Sensing tension in the air, he sat up and peered outside, observing armed men disembarking from the wagon. Dan's intuition told him that something bad was happing.
Dan's heart quickened as he observed the fear etched on the faces of the women and children within the wagon. Sensing the imminent danger, he swiftly leaped out of the wagon, landing on the ground with determination in his eyes.
Surveying his surroundings, Dan's gaze fell upon the wolves, larger than any he had ever seen before, prowling menacingly around the wagons. Their predatory presence sent a chill down his spine, and he instinctively knew that they were waiting for something—a sign, a signal, or perhaps an opportunity.
Beside him, the other men from the wagon stood poised for battle, Dan could sense their fear, mingled with determination. They stood ready to defend themselves, their weapons poised to strike. Yet, despite their resolve, Dan could see the uncertainty in their eyes.
Suddenly, a deafening howl pierced the air, signaling the arrival of a colossal wolf with fiery red fur—the pack leader. Dan's heart raced as he locked eyes with the formidable creature, recognizing it as the greatest threat among the pack.