I try to strike back, but the wolf summons a wall of ice between us. I smash through it with my spear, only to be met with another icicle barrage. I barely dodge to the side, the frost biting at my skin. The wolf snarls and charges again, and I realize I have to change my approach.
I take a deep breath and focus. I need to be smarter about this. The Frostbite Wolf has a predictable pattern. I wait for it to rear back and summon another ice spike, then dodge to the side and thrust my spear into its exposed flank. The wolf yelps, and I press the advantage, twisting the spear to maximize the damage.
The wolf tries to retaliate with another icy breath, but I'm ready this time. I roll under the frost and come up behind it, driving my spear into its back. The wolf howls in agony, and I can see its movements slowing. I pull the spear free and strike again, aiming for its neck. With a final, pained yelp, the Frostbite Wolf collapses, defeated.
