The forest loomed around Lyerin, thick with the oppressive weight of the darkened skies.
The air hummed with tension as the sixty humanoid beasts circled him, their eyes glinting with a hunger that went beyond mere survival.
These were no ordinary creatures; they were massive, twisted versions of the animals they once were. Wild horses stood tall on muscular hind legs, their hooves stamping the ground in impatience.
The Yaks were bulky and imposing, their horns curling menacingly as they snorted clouds of steam into the cold air. Argali with their spiraling horns were lean and agile, ready to leap at a moment's notice, while the Elk and Reindeer, though appearing more majestic, had a fierce edge in their glowing red eyes.
Wapiti stood among them, their once-graceful antlers now sharpened to deadly points.
