The Frostfang Wolf's roar thundered across the vast icy field, long and filled with rage. The sound bounced off the distant ice cliffs, shaking the frigid air that already bit to the bone.
Nathan felt the vibration travel up through the soles of his boots, pressing into the slick surface beneath him.
From beyond the thin veil of mist drifting over the ice, massive silhouettes began to move. Heavy footsteps sounded… one, two… then many more.
"Don't tell me…" Nathan muttered.
Four other Frostfangs emerged from different directions, their white fur reflecting the bluish light of the frozen sky above. Their eyes were sharp as shattered glass, and their breath came out in thick clouds, forming a thin curtain in the air.
"Yeah… a pack," Nathan exhaled, long and slow. "Of course."
Livia, standing not far from him, gave a brief glance. "We don't have time to play around. Finish this quickly."
"Easy for you to say…" Nathan lowered himself, the axes in his hands spinning slowly.
