William stood in awe, staring at the cloak draped before him. "A rare piece of equipment?" he murmured, his mind racing to comprehend its significance.
As the realization sank in, he understood. This wasn't just any ordinary item; it was a magical prop crafted by Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother; the Wolf Lord, as the elite werewolf had called her.
"Werewolves have an incredible sense of smell and tracking abilities," Little Red Riding Hood said, her voice laced with urgency as she adjusted the cloak around her shoulders. She was enveloped in its shimmering fabric, which seemed to ripple like water in the moonlight.
The cloak was a square of invisibility, roughly three meters on each side. There was more than enough room for both of them to hide inside, and as long as they remained within its embrace, they would remain undetected. William tested its effect, discovering that he didn't need to cover his entire body; even partially hidden, he felt secure.
