The battle has ended.
A pack of vicious wolves lay dead or injured, with only the black alpha wolf still standing.
At that moment, the black alpha wolf lowered its head, adopting a submissive posture in front of the local alpha wolf whose chestnut-brown chest fur danced in the wind.
Even though animals can't speak, the viewers could tell that it was a sign of surrender.
The local alpha wolf's eyes gleamed fiercely, pacing back and forth, as if ready to pounce and tear into the opponent.
But the previous warning howl still echoed overhead, and the local alpha wolf's panting gradually calmed.
The alpha wolf tilted its neck and howled long, and the injured local wolves behind followed suit, howling.
The dark night.
The bright moon.
The howling pack of wolves.
The scene exuded a strange yet harmonious beauty.
Amid the chaos, the black alpha wolf tentatively approached the local alpha wolf and nudged its neck.
