Grunts and growls filled the area, the kind of guttural noise that promised this was going to get messy real f*cking fast.
Lanz, of course, stood a meter away from the center, looking like the one idiot who thought standing between two mobs of oversized, teeth-baring animals was a reasonable life decision.
On his left were the boars, every single one of them snorting and stomping their hooves, confirming they had something to prove.
The boss of the pack stood out instantly, a massive slab of muscle and tusks stretching up to two-point-four meters.
Its tiny eyes were locked straight on the alpha wolf, and there was no mistaking the intent there — this wasn't a staring contest, this was the prelude to carnage.
Behind the boss, thirteen male boars shifted restlessly, tusks gleaming, muscles twitching.
