The long howl of wolves echoed across the snowstorm-swept ice plains.
The silver-white wolf pack roamed the snow, like flowing cold iron, encircling and interspersing, dividing the herd of deer into manageable parts.
The cubs and weak individuals were bitten and dragged out, becoming dinner for the wolves.
For barbarians, familiar with Winter Wolfs—dangerous Magic Beasts common on the snowy high plains—their presence was nothing new.
Countless ancestral experiences passed down also tell me that these embodiments of the harsh winter's will, those bloodstained fangs and claws, would be a substantial aid in the forging of my new Battle Skill.
Therefore, using special Tools brought from the tribe and abilities bestowed by my profession, I have been lurking around the wolf pack for a whole month.
Following them hunting, wandering across the snow fields.
