Leo took a look around his surroundings and sighed tiredly.
The area was eerily silent save for the faint rustle of the wind through the ruined streets.
The corpses of the massive spiders and the unfortunate group lay scattered across the ground, a grim reminder of the apocalypse's unforgiving nature.
Leo turned his attention to the wolves and approached them. His body was still aching from the grueling fight.
Arriving in front of the wolves, he crouched beside Fiona first, his hand moving gently over her fur to check for injuries. She let out a soft whine, leaning into his touch.
"You did great," Leo murmured, and Fiona licked his hand in response.
He moved to the previous pack leader next, running his hand along its sides and noting only a few scrapes.
