Eryndor crouched low, his sharp eyes scanning the dense foliage around him. The trees offered some cover, but he knew it wasn't enough to remain entirely hidden. They had chosen this spot carefully, just outside the perimeter of Ferm, to keep an eye on the humans and their activities. The plan was simple: Lupus would infiltrate, gather information, and return. But something was off—Lupus should have been back by now.
Eryndor glanced over at his companion, Sylas, who was similarly on edge. "It's been too long,"
Eryndor muttered, keeping his voice low. "Lupus should have reported back by now."
Sylas nodded, his expression mirroring Eryndor's concern. "You think he's been caught?"
Eryndor frowned, his thoughts racing. "Lupus is careful, but these humans... they're different. They're not like the ones we've dealt with before. They're too well-prepared, too cautious. It wouldn't surprise me if they had figured out his presence."
