Leo sat on the ground, his breath shallow and ragged, as the rain continued to drizzle.
Around him, the once-ferocious wolves lay in submission, their fierce growls replaced with soft whimpers.
His hand instinctively rested on the head of the injured wolf, now healed and sleeping soundly in his lap.
"What just happened?" he muttered to himself, his eyes locking on the pack leader standing at a distance.
Its golden eyes stared back and inside, Leo could see wariness and ... should he call it respect?
The truth is that Leo was still confused by everything that just happened. The dark space that the purple-golden sun was, the purple-golden sun itself, the terrifying presence with that equally terrifying and bone chilling pressure.
Everything to Leo felt he was thrown into a random place without anything or anyone to guide him, and he has to figure out everything for himself.
